Life In The Hood
Boom, boom goes the rap at 3am.
Bang, bang goes a shot from a pistol in the air.
The smell of meth cooking chokes now the former smell of flowers.
Drunken curses come from everywhere.
Peace be still says my soul,
As I watch from my back deck.
The line of cars waiting for drugs to be sold.
Fights break out, the police are called.
Peace and quiet for greed has been sold.
Trash lined streets now replace once beautiful yards…
No one knows anyone,
Its as if life has been put on hold.
Now I sit on the deck on a warm pre-spring day,
Yet as I look around the ‘Hood’ life suddenly feels empty, dead and cold and gray.
J. Allen Wilson ©
3/10/2013
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Very descriptive and, in your case, somewhat disturbing.
Ron
I used to live in the projects of New York.
Eventually I grew up and escaped into sanity.
But now many are coming to escape the same.
I just home this place remains sane!
May peace be with you, love surround you and blessings abound you,
John Michael