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Falling Victims

Bullets chasin our colored man’s pride

While there souls pound the curbs back side

As they stalk the nights last cry

 

For hope!

 

And as the bright sky shines its rays of better times

The days are still filled with asinine drops of cries

Left behind to dry

In the cells of the incarcerated minds

Of those who never strived

To run beside

The nourished guide

 

Of our redeemer!

 

We like to pursue fairytales

And 

Paper trails

Not knowing that

Greed is one with betrayal

Allowing fantasy’s to rape our dreams

Haunting them into the unfamiliar seas of 

Lies and deceit!  

 

Then what will it be?

 

A life lived ungratefully 

Full of jealousy envy and defeat

Like the man kicked by Jesus feet 

Out of the heavens 

And into our throne  

Ya see were never really home alone   

So many have already fallen victim to the system

and the curriculum written out by the disguised baritone.

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jerrikajoy

I'de like to hear your feedback. Does this poem make sense to you when you read it? How did it make you feel?