Slumlords sleep
while poor souls weep,
for bills won't meet
And children's feet -
growing and growing and growing.

Pressure's building.
Age not slowing.

I thought it would be calm by now.

But things are worse,
&
To God I curse.

Nothing is going as planned.

I'm trying to look at the positive.

Looking
And
Looking
And
Looking

God, please
Is there a positive?