The Absence Life Of Providence Poem by Curtis Mosby

The Absence Life Of Providence



The direction of guidance has lead us to the grave.
No more sunshine thier only these dark days.
Home left wothout father's, as mother's
put the house on thier backs.
The streets embrace the face's of a lost children.
Soon the smoke clears and all thier left is tears.
What a life to live hopeless and torn.
It's hard to grow when born in a envronment
of unsociable behavior.
Young minds put in situation of violence.
Where thier guns thier drugs feed to us like love.
But who care to see what I believe to be the distruction
of life.
Money we never sacrifice for the well being of another.
Our brother's are losing without love thier no future.
And what kind of people are we to stand by and live
thru this tolerance.
As our children die because the absence life of providence.

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