The Streets At Night

Posted: July 24, 2013 in Poetry
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Spreads across the streets
A disease of the concrete

It’s the polluted air we breathe
These dark confessions we speak

It’s the messiah of poverty
Bleeding hearts that don’t bleed

Gives new day to believe
Helps liars steal honestly

It’s an addict’s only recovery
An alcoholic’s moment of clarity

Animates the poor poetically
Sets fire under tragedy

What slums think when they dream
Convicted rhymes of the hard times

& we all know what they mean
Makes the blind see street signs

Reveal ignorance realize
Words of a lost world in a city

It’s a divine comedy…

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