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
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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