Urban Jungle Blues
Urban Jungle Blues
I am a survivor of the urban jungle!
Where walking in fear was a daily struggle.
Angry, violent, hostile people on mass
transportation.
Cussing, spitting and fighting and plenty
of public intoxication.
Schools more like a vile Pay Per View Event!
Where poor people pay hundreds to
watch men brutalize one another.
In addition, a sad lack of decency, plus no
respect for the rule of law ?
How I prayed when children ages ten through
twelve ...wanted me to be their human firelog.
A group of six future killers throwing matches
at me?
As if I were not human, just a tree?
If adults want to perish there, it's
their choice.
But to keep the young ones there?
They die in idiotic gun free zones, on
basketball courts or studying at home.
It's totally immoral to keep a child in
dangerous city or home.
While Mom and Dad are snorting or
boozing with strangers.
Many will die this weekend and all
summer.
But, I tell you it's acceptable there,
As the coming of a not so happy
and bright summer.
God help the children who will soon
be roaming the streets.
Young, beautiful..only to find with
their backs a bullet may meet.
* Panagiota wanted her daughter
alive. I saw the writing on the wall,
and moved to a beautiful city which
is now a public disgrace.
I saw that coming in 1978 and will
never get near that one again.
One of the earth's hell holes!
5/7/2019
11:35pm PST
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