#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
but no not me I'm not him
a shirt stolen kicked out in the cold,
world the bottom is is wicked
the lies deceit and miss directions of politicians
who do not harbor our best intentions
freedom is not free did they forget to mention
matter of fact it's vice versa not a bit different
they locked us up in cages chains n shackled
the slave ships ain't sinking solid foundation on solid land reinforced steel wrapping solid walls of concrete block casing
collected calling don't work penny scraps across the ground picking up what we can to get by
by any chance rather than no chance for the children's of families forced to cut ties of generations waiting for changes that never come
life is the sentences bound to judicial systems and fines of you being found in miscontent and little missteps stumbling over their lines while you are robbed paying for everyone and else while taking up your time
at least all they can find against you to hide the
empire state building hiding piled up against you behind smoking mirrors you must climb
if you might have any slight chance to ever find your way out the grave paved for you out from the road they have paved of life's worst taught lessons
but changne gone come oh yes it is
Sam Cookes voice homie in the clouds
sing it for me as the song cries it's the same old shit
different tune we shiped in patrolling cars enforcements of oppression
one false slip while these crooked mfs looking at you sideways straight in your direction comes the lights
woop woop oh shit oh no whoo hoo I think we got one fuck here we go
the prices we have to pay are seriously misfortune events eventually
destruction to our life's fighting to get out or even make it out alive with a life worth fighting for is a dream
deceased crush shattered past in rumbles stomach rumbling hunger pains make extremely hard to sleep not to mention the headaches that never seem to go away
like the say it's too to be to be true I think...