Super Poor Kids

Super poor kids 
With nothing but dead friends. 

Poor in wealth. 
Poor in spirit. 

Pour in abandonment. Add struggle 
A lack of encouragement. A lack of love 
Or just love from all the wrong sources.

Left to their own devices 
In cities prone to violence 
One feels he must give into 

Vices. 

Super poor kids 
With not enough ends. 

So, whatever works goes. 
From petty crimes to felonies. 
To prison cells like slavery. 

And these project buildings 
Hearken to the chained bodies 
And tortured souls wasting away 
In a slave ship’s hull. 

Unprecious cargo. 

Men have learned to segregate themselves 
And wage war over allegiance to flags 
Or bandannas. 

The perpetrators of our own demise 
When there’s no value to be found 
In our city streets, there’s no value 
Found in its people’s lives. 

Just a bunch of 

Super poor kids 
With nothing but dead friends. 

Poor in wealth. 
Poor in spirit. 

By, Jared C.