Chiraq (Chicago) American War Zone

CHICAGO

Chi Town

Chiraq

Leads Nation’s highest crime rate

For black on black…

Swept under the rug of ugly truth,

Lap dog media ignores the city’s slain youth…

Young teens gunned down
In poverty stricken mean streets…
No respect for fragile life
At all,
Brutality is their cold cultured law!

Meanwhile back in Washington D.C.,
President, preachers and Mr. A.G.
Have no time or interest to intervene…
Focusing on crucifying a fair skin innocent man,
Feeding their racially divisive political plan!

You won’t hear reverend Al’s plea,

Shouting “Justice for Darryl Green!”

Or any other murdered kid’s name…

They’re dispensable in his unholy hypocritical game!

 Strict gun laws crush good citizen’s right

To protect themselves in the survival fight…

Leader of the bloody town, Mayor Emanuel,

Denies he oversees city streets of Hell! 

CHICAGO

Chi Town

Chiraq

Overwhelmed by corruption, thugs and drugs…

Ground soaked with mother’s tears

Mixed with her dead child’s blood!

Mr. Obama’s former ILLinois home…

Shameful display of an

American War Zone!

 © Leatherman 2013

Reverend Sharp Tongue

Screecher  preacher

Man of faith?
Your message is lethal
Full of hate

Race baiting phony

Man of God?
Disgracing His name
By acts of fraud

Line your pockets with

Blood soaked cash
Stabbing opponents
In the back

Reverend Sharp Tongue

Change your wicked heart
Before you’re
Fanning Satan’s spark

 © Leatherman 2013

 

Puget Sound

Water so blue

You can barely tell where the ocean ends
Or where the sky begins

White billowing clouds dancing high above in the cool breeze,

Keeping time with the cracks of the waves kissing the shoreline

The familiar sound of screeching Sea Birds frantically begging for food…

Sailboats glide across the crystal blue Puget Sound
As though they’re sailing on glass

Surrounded by majestic snowcapped mountains and

Tall lanky forest green pines,
I relish in the beauty of God’s canvas.

© Leatherman 2013

 For Verna

We're Not So Different

Must we act black or white

Must we always curse and fight

Proud heritage, our weak excuse

For spilling red liquid pools

 

Each other’s blood soaks the ground

Breaking hearts, the only sound

Precious life, the price of pride

While the ill-fated slowly dies

 

Adults instill the color of hate

In a youthful mind’s fresh clean slate

Shame on us, as we silently watch

While sweet innocence swiftly rots

 

We’re not so different, you and me

We both want respect and to live free

We must release our hate filled past

Live as brothers and sisters

Just human beings, at last!

 

©Leatherman 2013