Anyone remaining entertained,
With a listening to those declaring...
How their quality of life,
Has begun to be flushed...
Rushing as if sewage,
Down gutter drains.
Attributed to diversity.
And those non-white of colored skin,
Have only to stroll,
Around their own suburban neighborhoods.
Done without pretensions to clearly see,
Who the people are...
Overdosed on opioids,
Heroin, crack and tainted weed.
Knowing these are not the ones,
Profiled on a daily basis by police.
Who spend their time,
Patrolling inner cities.
While those folks most unhappy,
Are the 'kids' dieing on their own streets.
Hoping to find a way to be released,
From lessons taught them to teach...
How it is those 'other' people,
Has caused their lives...
And the quality of it.
To take a nose dive going downhill!
Thursday, August 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people