July 30, 2009

South Bronx

by Gary Beck

In the dawn of cities
humans squat in crumbling houses
imprisoned by decay.
Predators possess the day,
destroyers rule the night.
Frightened families cling
to feeble, flickering hopes.
Tomorrow is a risky sleep away.
Some do not awaken,
while others learn survival.
Life is despair
when the world does not care.
As we forget the South Bronx,
hardly a ripple spreads
to trouble sleepers in protected beds.


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