The sound of the beat
The music in the street
Its red rhythm ripples
But a vacant lot people
Droves of cars
Civilization so advance
- Just like mars.
The places of chance
Where wealth has no measure
Neither does pleasure.
Its red rhythm ripples
But a vacant lot people
Like gossip girl
Naughty or nice?
99 cents pearls
Railroad mice
Big like dog in hand –
Unavailable to homeless man.
Its red rhythm ripples
But a vacant lot people.
6 train Lexington
Linden and Carnarsie
Cabbie never gone.
Big government can’t see
Fears of the small.
Wealth is not for all
Its red rhythm ripples
But a vacant lot people.
Missing the knowledge- so many lack
The heart - the place where love parks.
Lots filled with selfishness and pride
Reluctant to take a love ride.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem