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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~                                              
                                 
Copyright ©2005 M. Doucette                                            
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Written by Zazzles (Broomie)
Published | Edited 16th Dec 2021
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