There Is A War

 

There is a war going on in my city and the law gives our backs lash after lash if we dare mention the truth of it all. Who to call-when all 911 says is "hold please"- as if my fingers aren't holding what is left of the life of my brother, who got shot like a dog for standing tall in his front yard
 
There is a war going on in my city and the only thing worse than being given nothing is being given pity. Congress parades facts about life and say forget the strife , that we are one but together we grow colder as my brother trades his freedom to become a soldier. America the brave still fears the idea of change but will allow a black man into office. There's nothing new about turning a mans Job into his coffin. And yes I know politics is a grave way to go but
 
There is a war in my city and my sons and daughters will be drafted, fed putrid ideas that were well crafted- by the same men who gave in to the agonizing wales of the scared. Damn, and they dared mention the voices of those forgotten. 
 
There is a war going on in my city and the bodies are now rotten. You claim dog fighting is illegal but look what you've done to your people. Gave us freedom of speech and freedom of religion but in the same breath have made it your mission- to end anything or anyone against- this war which you are for... I see politicians sell their souls to  crack whores who are so diseased I can see why our country is so sick. No cure for a country that feeds on it's self for survival, its self mutilation you politicians thrive on.Where is the beauty in a life that can never be lived. Told to be sold to the highest bid, so I watched her stand on the corner and make the hustle happen. 
 
There is a war going on in my city and it's no longer brother against brother but sister against friend. Its our city fighting this country who weakly gave in. Its absurd how they rewind to the past and fine dine on thinly veiled memories instead of feasting on the pictures of the present. its a gruesome image but at least it's real.--How still- must this city be- for you to see- there is no life here. And you wonder why we call ourselves the walking dead. My skin may not be deteriorating but I can't say the same for the mind of all mankind.
 
There is a war going on in my city and it is far from pretty because all color has been drained from this now ashen place. What a disgrace that I can't walk out side without my bullet proof vest because they kill even the best and most innocent in this war. I cry for my brother whose first word was not mother but gun, society has destroyed the innocence and imagination of our sons. Where is the love bruh?   I swear we go tongue tied and see girls die for a chance to save the day but wonder woman isn't gonna change a thing. Super man is as fictitious as the word peace in the streets.  
 
There is a war in the ville, in the sticks in the slums and it's recruiting everyone won't even exclude the young.
 
There is a war in my city and although you can't see it I know you believe it There is a war going on in my city and it's caused doors to be slammed in the faces of many it's caused brother to turn on brother and  leave the streets filled with decaying mothers who would gladly shed their skin to save their children. Here we stack bodies one on top of the other using glade and Lysol to smother not only the smell but  the memory of who these people were before the war. We've become experts of identity theft stealing away any layer of truth they have left until the lie is all they can become.
 
In this city war spelled backwards is raw and that's what you get-beaten raw until even the blood is so infested with the pestering idea of bad morals. But you politicians much prefer oral because some rules were meant to be bent, broken, leave women choking, burn the bush smoking, take the gun, use the knife just try to survive in this war that thrives on us. I don't boast sweet but damn do I preach. A penny for your help a dollar for your ideas because I can't keep going without sleep knowing the nine locks on my door aren't enough to protect me from the sores this nation has caused me. 
 
Instead of speaking on a resolution or a better solution to a problem you caused, step away from the podium and the Mic. Come with me and window watch the sad movie of the American Life. I have never seen a more replaceable human being than an African American, never seen a more broken human being than a Mexican, never seen a more despised human than an Asian or more jealous creature than a white. In this place we kill not for the sake of the greater good but for the sake of our hood and try to portray it as a god damn civil war outsiders looking in call us cannibals and we can't defend our sense of pride without telling a lie . We sell gold we don't have for a land bridge that we'll burn to the ground and then only more bodies will surround this already desolate place.
 
There is a war going on in my city and man am I tired, i'm afraid of being afraid and being left behind to die, the war in my city wasn't caused by the terrorists but by the congressional house who used their sins as a cover up. This was and will not be overcome until we stand up. I'm already on my feet, been this way since I was 14 and I'm not sitting down now. Stand up with me and lets hold our ground. I refuse to lose a battle with my head down.

 

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