Ghetto Plight
Hovering in the
Clutter of poverty,
No smiles on their faces,
Looking skyward
Having a confrontation with God,
Their eyes the voices of their souls.
Their houses shout too,
We are enslaved!
The windows are dark and lifeless!
Who will hear them when they cry?
Not the landlord,
Over the jingle of his pocket money!
Pacific Avenue, Atlantic City, N.J.
Cynthia
Copyright © Cynthia Alvez | Year Posted 2012
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