Treasure Island

Josephine DixonBanks

(Danbury, Connecticut)

An Elephant's Graveyard


Beautification of the city
Brand new image, what a pity

The outward appearance is in bloom
The inner city in dread and doom
As long as the beauty is doing it’s duty
Business as usual

Our city streets, a mausoleum
Blood re linoleum
The red carpet receiving stolen life forces
Essence of our communities

Betrayal, thirty pieces of silver
They spared no expense

Beautification of the city
Brand new image, what a pity

Charles was shot twice in the head
A stolen soul, precious flower, lay dead
If the truth be told, a form of population control

Busy buying businesses
Families and love ones
Receiving mutilated bodies and buying caskets

Poverty pimps prostituting urban renewal
The jewel in the crown

Beautification, wonderful façade
Everything’s all right, a promenade
The only safe place, the hand of God

Gorgeous flowers planted for economical gain
Ornamental signs do not reflect the pain
Elaborate parks, attractive museums hide the blood stains

The blood-stained metropolitan sepulcher

Beautification of the city
Brand new image, what a pity

Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2005
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