Ant Mac Poet Rhyme

Kensington

Kensington 

Children of frustration
when dreams rose from the heap
the darkest of locations
tell white lies as they speak

open to persuasion
when abilities are weak
waves of degradation 
disturbs all those asleep

awake the dispensation 
to turn the other cheek
the house that they were raised in
and company they keep

a blur of segregation
when summers burn with heat
sit back for meditation
and sow all that is reaped

peer deep into what’s stationed 
the lost or stolen sheep
a core that rocks a nation 
only on occasion weeps

passed down from generations
too scared to take a peak
the truth is out there somewhere 
you can find it in the street.

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