The Great Arrival

(poems go here) I walk into a foreign land. A language I do not understand I see children in the street playing kick the can All the people have a brown tan. As I see the men fully clothed in white While the woman telling you they won't bite The locals aren't that intelligent They fight over things that are irrelevant They are in groups for only survival They ride in vehicle that are over sized They aren't the kinda of people that are civilized Creatures that are killed comae back with even more The only way to kill them with the spray at the store The men carry only weapons called glocks They are hiding money in their socks People die everyday there without shock This is a place where people leave Going to a better place so they feel relieve We in the hood Leaving is something people wish they could