Paintbrush
Chi town
death town
three years old
shot in the head
town
sick town
businesses burning down town
white flight town
chi-town-ghost town
another 14 dead over the weekend
town
the whole fn city can't breath
chi-town death clowns
juggling tombstones
town
riot town
tonight-another bloody night
town
A small Baptist church
sits in the middle of chi town
"the well of hope": it whispers in small black letters
night time-gang graffiti overtakes faith
pisses in the collection plate-
In the morning the pastor searches
the broom closet for a paintbrush
and only finds a laughing witch-
there's no answers to questions
the people no longer ask.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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