"Moral Decay Lives There"
apprentice to none master of none
searching my memory’s back roads
skipping stones across the river of life
harmony with the universe I’m seeking
born long ago on the avenue of shame
why papa did I never know your name
forced move to destitution street…bleak
crumbling brick tenements aligned
in daylight the shabby is pronounced
at night horror under dim light plays
each act each scene desperation’s art
cast of malcontents prostitutes, pushers
alleyways death’s entrance, one way
respect moved away decades ago
this city’s pall chokes the life from all
hell’s mall with defeat’s discounts
emotions run naked and course .. words
remorse, friend and love never aloud
theft is an occupational promotion
from starvation pain and fear
justice lies in the gutters unseen
aspirations, guns cars drugs, money
enlightenment unravels only in death
the weary ghetto children, in earth’s hell
03/23/2010
Jon Michael Willey
Blessings,
vesna :)
Realistic and true. Well done. Hugs,
Sheila
Your words take us all emotionally (at least for myself)
deeply into life of an impoverishment, not just the Ghetto
or the moral decay of the streets...but I was was most affected
by the emotional impoverishment...and knowing how the longing
feels to find the emotional wealth for any lost child
Saving Souls With Love
Vickie
Hope you didn't suffer this--just wrote about it.
Ron
Regis
Love,
Christine
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Be always safe,
Karen
Yours is a strong noble voice and I admire its values and virtues.
John
solution to this hell on earth. Your poweerful poem needs to be
reprinted on the editorial pages of the nation's press. -gene.
Love,
Sage
George
much peace and love, Carole~
An extraordinary reflection, this moving poem is a call for compassion and consciousness.
Blessings,
Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.