Get Out Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Get Out



Children cry out
Alone in the dark
Mama's working the street
On this hot summer night

The city's alive
So much going on
Shootings and drugs
It's all so wrong

Baltimore had been known
As a nice place to live
Now, it's filthy streets
Addicts with nothing to give

The murders keep coming
As July slips by
The State, the Cops, the Press
All wonder why

They can't seem to see
The core of the cause
The disenfranchished, the poor
All give a collected sigh

No longer nice
The streets are mean
When your caught out alone
You need to scream

So here we are
Another hot bloody year
Get Out! while you can
Take with you what you hold dear

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 22 July 2018

A moving work of art here; I hope those in a position amongst your community who can effect change, read this and are moved to do so, somehow. It is good that someone, like you, observes and speaks up. Keep at it my brother, the world needs a true voice, calling in the desert.... Even if, it appears none listen, because somewhere, some do, and it just might matter. Good work, good words...

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Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Lawerence Mize, Sr.

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