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Baltimore's Poverty Nation
A nation...under poverty...rules without prevail...no sign of freedom anywhere...is there no hopeful quality,
Mr. Camera man...you let those stars shine...they put charities on simple places...but can't stretch the dollar they own,
Big ball dances...rock star festivals...they rumble the stage but we see it from t.v...emotionless and broke...unable to get a ticket,
You stroll the stands...you corporate stair climber...brushing past suitcases filled with plastic gold...but we're poor,
Can't you give us as a nation just a hint of hope...deficits and defaults and debt neglects...has someone possessed this world,
You buy pieces of the moon because you have so much money...other countries on their knees eating grass in the hopes of nutrition,
Yield to the madman...his scientific ways destroying with machines of mass destruction...more deaths...more emotional turmoil,
I guess this means more loss of property rights...assumptions about why they treat us this way...political corruptions,
Can't we just get a piece of the cake...or have you already taken the icing and given us the cake crumbs...broke poverty nation.
A Small Note
I just hope that with this simple poem will help to fix the problem that is accompanying the poverty situation in and around Baltimore city, and not only there but nation wide. We are experiencing a situation that I hope this country can help turn around and prosper from. Please pay attention to the homeless and various shelters around you, and I promise you they are overflowing with people that want a second chance at life.