The Battle of South Chicago

THE BATTLE OF SOUTH CHICAGO The freeze has brought them to a winter night they've made themselves, forgetting what is right, and though they see their children cry there's not a one to reason why, nor think upon, enough to see the light. Add to this chaos, we have paved the way for men of opportunity to play and build their fortunes from it all, while winter makes its morbid call, and brings another dark and longest day. There's no repent for killing as it's done, and no resistance to it going on, just hate on hate that only grows, the hint of peace that never shows, with lots of blame, enough for everyone. Their truth is what a baby hears but laid to rest in later years, their war is not defined; it just goes on. © Ron Wilson Arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet