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Bronx Butterfly
A beautiful butterfly perched outside
my windowsill, such a sight to see
In a place where darkness dwells,
from the depth of a forgotten city
a wretched hell
I hear a song like no other you've ever heard
so tone deaf I can't even hear the words
gun shots ring out It's a thundering sound
with no witnesses to see and no cops around
an ambulance screeches In the distance
another soul a life Is taken
but this will not be the last
somewhere a mothers heart is breaking.
from a few doors down
I can hear a soft voice crying
a little girls plea, her hopes slowly dying
a birds broken wing, It struggles to fly
a beat up woman, she runs to hide
a poor man lays In the streets
with torn pants and nothing to eat
no jacket for warmth no shoes on his feet
so discarded and alone with nowhere to go
where will he end up nobody knows
so many homeless families with broken dreams
to weak to fight so hopeless it seems
the ghetto is a place where no one should be
living life trapped in an impoverished reality
so to you I ask are you guilty of greed
are you the one are you ever In need
reach into your pocket and dig down
deep because what you have now may not
be yours to keep
For I am that Woman, Man, Child and Bird
I come from the Bronx NY haven't you heard
~Word~
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