Exodus Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.
Exodus
The exodus continues
People continue to flee
Baltimore's getting empty
Politicians just can't see
No one wants to be a victim
Just want to be left alone
Afraid to "walk about"
Afraid to leave home
They make it so hard
On the working poor
High taxes, traffic camera's
Parking-control agents galore
The City's got its hands
In everyone's pocket
The people are leaving
Fast as a rocket
Crime's still soaring
People still getting shot
Won't be much longer
Before Baltimore's one big empty lot
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5/3/2024 4:09:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I've never been to Baltimore Lawerence, but it sounds as though times are tough there; you are brave and wise to be willing to look at, and speak the truth, just as you see it. May there be those in your midst who listen, comprehend, and respond in ways that matter greatly. One of the beauties of poetry is opening the eyes of the heart. Well done my friend.