by Vicente The Poet

"How deserted lies the city, once so full of people! 
How like a widow is she, who once was great among the nations! 
She who was queen among the provinces has now become a slave." 
Lamentations 1:1

Her streets sing 
To the pitter-patter of unsettled feet
To the cadence of angered hearts,

She knows few friends now,

Her core
However, still burns with passions
Her streets
Lit with emotions
Confusion and misplaced rage 
Billows as an eruption,
You could choke off all this melancholy,

How your streets once sang of beauty, Ferguson

How we all delighted in your glory, New York

Who knew you too, Baltimore
Would surge with protests
Would be picketed for brutality
Would know the violence of injustice

Your streets too ring with slave songs now,
No Justice... No Peace
No Justice... No Peace
No Justice... No Peace

A harmony
We all know far too well,

We sing for change
And pray someone is listening.

Lamentations by Vicente The Poet

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