Sandra Osborne


L.A. Is Burning - Poem by Sandra Osborne

I sit here alone
Safe in my house,
With the TV blaring,
And the lights turned out.

L.A. is burning,
And ghosts can be heard,
Silently mouthing,
Burn, baby burn.

Mixed with the smoke,
Are scenes of the beating,
Not just the one,
But more, and the many.

The scenes seem to drift
As the camera pans higher,
The colors fade black,
With white yellow fire.

L.A. is burning,
And ghosts can be heard,
Silently mouthing,
Burn, baby burn.

Here and there
Mass mobs can be seen,
Moving in and out
Of the broken glass scenes.

A man on his knees,
With his head being kicked.
While others are grabbing
The spoils of the verdict.

L.A. is burning,
And ghosts can be heard,
Silently mouthing,
Burn, baby burn.

More cops and more fires,
More stealing for fun,
More cries for some justice,
But the city has none.

In the streets men are seathing
With nothing that's right,
While deep in their hearts,
Hate is coming to life.

L.A. is burning,
And ghosts can be heard,
Silently mouthing,
Burn, baby burn.

So they brought in the army,
Guns allied with hate,
Fifty-five dead,
And for them it's to late.

The thousands beaten,
Battered and mauled.
The scarlet police,
Who started it all.

L.A. is burning,
And ghosts can be heard,
Silently mouthing,
Burn, baby burn.

Three days and three nights,
The streets are now quiet.
The fires mostly out,
As is the riot.

But hate never stops,
We've made it to strong.
Gnawing inside us,
And always, it's wrong.

Now L.A. lies quiet,
But ghosts still are heard,
Silently mouthing,
Burn, baby burn.

Written May 4,1992


Comments about L.A. Is Burning by Sandra Osborne

  • (1/14/2005 11:10:00 AM)


    Poetry Hound: 'Gnawing inside us' that would include me. Sorry you didn't like it. Plus, I meant for the piece to be distatched. The horrible shock of it. Thanks for your comment. I could not find your poetry here? ? (Report) Reply

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  • (1/14/2005 7:46:00 AM)


    What I don't like about this piece is that you don't seem very emotionally involved. You're just narrating what happened on TV. Even more unfortunately, your comment about hate is just a safe blanket statement. You don't say if some of that hate is within you or not. (Report) Reply

  • (1/14/2005 1:50:00 AM)


    I read about this i find this sort of thing hard to believe, it makes me sad to think
    we as human beings treat each other like this, i find it hard to write about
    this sort of thing because i dont understand it
    For you it is a way of ridding yourself these terrible events and those demons
    that disturb the human mind, if you want email me talk about it
    i am only to glad to listen

    Warm regards allan
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 14, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 24, 2010


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