October 23, 2015 admin No comments exist


The ghetto is not the unsafe streets,
strings of crazed graffiti, broken glass,
ramshackle homes long abandoned,
dull gazes of the homeless following
sounds of echoing police sirens.

The ghetto is bound within the minds
of those who tend to wall themselves off,
examine every conscience before their own,
curse innocence with phantasms of ignorance.
The ghetto dwells deep within ourselves.

Poet’s Notes ####

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