The Library That Harold Washington Built

we often walked by empty lot's of debris the daley's running the show as strong mines did grow a civil rights movement torn down bricks of knowledge as we wander by the rail road tracks broken glass and unseen filth covered the under path where pigeons feast and bats creep out just around six tires all burning pulluting life as i read the empty paper bags and torn clothing logos for in the mist of the steam from under the city no it's not pretty gun shots ring out the birds fly away as the umpire calls strike i notice a good year blimp in the glimpse of my view a voice says your mother is calling you i close my mind for a second when a pipe burst under ground releasing the pressure of hell the top read caution i walked backwards pass the church that read mass at 8 and 12 bible study i loved reading the bible our only book until leaving the cardinals a library now look