From the cotton field
To the playing field
42 signed his deal
What was hoped for became real
Skyrocketing rent homeless in tents
Their plight does not stall fueled by fentanyl
City to city their cry is the same the lost in pain
A nation at war with their own
We see so many faces broken dirty and alone
Invisible souls on the streets as the days roll on
Rhetoric from those elected
Caught in the system while solutions are rejected
Manufactured to help cure a problem
Used by society when there’s no way to solve them
Ramifications oh my how they sting
Those who are behind it my how the profits ring
Injustice this is just simply inhumane
Living in a private hell on public display
For our children every boy and girl
We must turn the tide to leave them a better world
United we formed united we must stand
To help solve a problem that affects every human
About the Creator
Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online
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Comments (2)
Thank you I sincerely appreciate you talking the time to read my poetry it means a lot to me
Lots of truth within a lone man's poem. Speak the truth to all who will hear it. Beautiful poetry.