Crocodile tears, dry as a bone
A rich man laughs
A poor man moans
Crisp and clean, west side dreams
Shadows dance, paupers scream
Eastside Blues, amplify the news
Heads of steel inflate old pain
May one day come when compassion reigns
Written by: Melvina Germain
Jan.12/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem