A Better Tomorrow
the uniformed men
no different than taliban Ben
march through our borders and slaughter
these kids witness the sickness
shed tears for fallen peers
swat rush in through third gear
you won't shatter my career
I refuse
removed my self long ago from project housing
the drones are browsing
our homes
hard to cope in these dope surroundings
and half our folks still lounging
while the other half is scrounging to dwell in a legit lifestyle
but still categorized as wild and foul
considered monkey in their eyes
so for most of us it's steel cages, rages and temper tantrums
were just ransom
I stampeeded the exit in search of a new segment

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Well penned. I hear you my Brother. It remains the same old poo poo; just a different toilet. To keep on keeping on, we need to keep flushing the poo down, rather than allow it to flush us down. Peace, Love and Unity.
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Excellent write
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