Chiraq
It's been said,
That the pen is mightier than the sword;
is that all that I can afford?
To bite a bullet, or bite my tongue,
And pray that another night
Is my one reward?
Before knick-knacks were click-clacks
and silver-linings were brass,
slicing, dicing to the bone.
Before backpacks were gat-claps,
"give that dog a paddiwhack"
When class didn't pass for a tombstone.
Don't sweat the technique?
When Chiraq vets with P.T.S.D.
Carve Drillinois into bleak concrete streets?
When LAMRON's the norm, and
3hunna's the score in a bloodsport that terrfies the city?
But that's just another summer night;
The Reaper's sulking without his scythe,
The Brothers' Fairy Tale turned Grimm.
I'll be praying for a summer knight,
To write these wrongs another plight-
Where ink floods gutters-care for a swim?