Realm of Life
The sweet prisoner is runnin' along the street..With cuffs in his hand but flowers in his mind for the greet
The lover is flirtin' on the side with vices in his mind..
"I hope he is well", she ponders with love makin' her so blind
His mama's in the workplace makin' money workin' extra time..
Her daddy's in the ghetto sellin' papers for a dime
He's in the town wastin' money on the drugs..
She's in the alleys makin' love with the thugs
They're selling people with words which curse..
Whilst few take out money from their purse
They're cheatin' people with lies which destroy..
Whilst few believe hope for all but money
Socialists they spread their evil soul 'round us all..
Resist we must to turn away the downfall
Brother Hatred, go away and never return from the sidewalk..
Sister Love, keep us inside within the padlock
Ray Gonsalves
Poetry by Ray Gonsalves
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Written on 2009-06-05 at 20:14
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