Chicago

child-like, innocent,
wrapped in torn blankets
feel the chill in the air

Apathy scorching
a beloved city,
762 murders, -deaths
scattered across the Southside and Westside,
war zones of black on black.

War warps the heart
-blood spilled in revenge,
despair piling high,
tasting the bitter
morphed into anger
hatred towards each other.

Hear the battle cries?
A red line has been drawn.
Humanity how-to,
resurrect a mystery,
new minds molding
working towards peace,
-sanctity, life.

Poetry

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