01/22:POC

My prose Speaks because… Truth

I try to laugh
To keep from crying
Neighborhood streets
Reconstructed as third world countries

I drive, I walk, I see
Is all this necessary?
Really

I try to reason
To ask those to help
Once they arrive
They forgot about the other side
Money made as intelligence spent
On getting to space or Star Trek

I try to educate
To better my community
Offering Healing & Hope
Most could care less until it effects
Their bottom line
Our ancestor’s spirits cry all the time

An ocean of apathy
A river of tragedy
A drop of nothing

Truth

- Woodrow Bailey

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