Shortened Tranquility
No mercy to the poor was shown,
only hard sentences given
Chained souls to the grindstone
Ghetto grief is accepted living,
hope shot dead by cold concern
Survival is a day-to-day thing
Revised history leaves a paper burn
... razed trail of abandoned factories
Modern plantation owners didn’t learn
Urban smoke cresting on the breeze,
smoldering oppression on the rise again
No reparation, no restitution, no relief
Uncertainty is the poor’s fickle friend,
but their closest companion is misery
Injustice, like a tide, keeps rolling in
Ruling class don’t wanna fess up and own,
their decisions such suffering do bring
Time weaving spindle’s on a rapid turn,
fashioning a cloth of shortened tranquility
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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