Poems from sbedian
Black, white, red, yellow,
Gunshots at night, in a Harlem ghetto,
The frightening things that segregation brings,
Racial hate messages...
Pen to paper, ink to letter,
Word to phrase, line after line,
Rhythm and rhyme, beating in time,
Meaning so fine, inspiriation mine,
Never...
Gambling is a sin, so never begin,
Money madness makes it more maniacal,
Stacks against itself the odds of real success,
It should see it’s...