Treasure Island

Gregory (gshaw57) Upshaw

(1957 / Wichita, Kansas)

Concrete Forest


Gang banging
Street banging
Concrete Forest—

People dying
Children crying
Bullets flying
No remorse for the fallen—

Crack smoking
Prostitute selling
Cops stinging
Benefactors of trouble times—

Blood
Guts—inside body parts
Cultivate the Concrete Forest—

I see a mother kneeling
A priest praying
A child victimize—a father convicted
All within the Concrete Forest—


Sirens blowing
Lights flashing
Someone else dying
In the Concrete Forest—

Mercy on us
Compassion for us
Deliver us
From the Concrete Forest—

Restore our hope
Destroy the trepidation
Breathe life back into Concrete Forest—

It is time to go
My time is gone
My nightmares—relinquished
Within the Concrete Forest—

No more worrisome days
No more stressful nights
Freedom has come to me
In the Concrete Forest—

My freedom is now
Your comes later
But, not in this Concrete Forest—

Written by
Gregory E Upshaw

Submitted: Friday, January 23, 2009
Edited: Monday, May 04, 2009

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