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jeffrey conyers Mar 2013
It's funny that those that lives in the best of town.
Find many ways of opinions to put the poor side down.
Only if we check their back ground.

They point out the crimes that seems to run rapidly.
When many of the same things happens in their neighborhoods.

Sure they have up the crime watching signs.
But they gets robbed by their very own neigbors child.
Yes, only if we check their back ground.

Then we would see that there's no safe neighborhoods.
Because all have embellezers and wannabe thugs.

They might be business executive or simple hustlers.
They all share a common bond.
Except it depends on your side of town.

Strange when the rich seems to face justice.
They then try to call upon all their powerful connection.
The mayor, the governor, maybe a judge or a lawyer.

The rich just hates to be exposed.
Because they realize they no better than those they call poor.

The safe neighborhoods are just a smoke screen.
Where many lives according to their dreams?
Scandals, are better in their communities.
Watch them gets better attention then you possibly could think.

Except, when it comes to the news.
Then you find out the rich wealthy folks knows them too.

The group that crys about the public right to know.
Seems to sit upon stories they should have reported days ago.
The group that hides behind secured gated fences.
Fails to realize crime invades them through associates , they came to know.

We , without.
Or those with plenty of.
Shouldn't look down at others.

For, we all have been told.
What goes up?
Eventually will fall.

Judge not, if you won't judge yourself.
Because when push comes to shove.
We must turn to one another.

Don't matter, what side of town.
Sigilism Aug 2011
it helped the pain but
woulden't hide the bruises
no matter how she
begged

makeup coulden't cover it so
she skipped class, remembering
last time she had to
explain the bruises
on her face
away

failed the class because
she coulden't scream
or the neigbors would know
and it happened again and
again

grew up
like a sick and sadistic
broken bone
KG Jul 2020
S
The log pedestal sits along the stream
Lonely, untouched & seething
It waits
Until the surface crawls the mossy touch
Infesting it's new creation unbidden
It craves
And plots the conquering of neigbors
And allies alike, in the name of decay
It fights
Adorned the decorated growth continues
never satiated accomplishment
I achieve
Until the wooded cradle shows only shape
The texture now a secret
Traveling the winding rivers edge
To tell stories hidden within the weave
I mote it be

— The End —