Crescent Decadence

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In my city where the    s i n    is   plenty

And corruption rules the dollar$ and the due$

Replacing qualified scholars with puppet$ and fool$

There are liquor stores on corners galore

And churches buried between

Every bar room

Lounge

And hole-in-the-wall scene



In my city where the    s i n    is    plenty

There is blight for blight

Crack for pipes

Heroine shootings all throughout the night

Battered streets with potholes deep

And g e n e r a t i o n s  &  g e n e r a t i o n s    of   displaced  f a m i l i e s

Shuffled from ghetto bricks to section eight shanties



In my city where the   s i n     is   plenty

The sidewalks are cracked like a junkies tracks

Ducked off in the hallways of   project   suites

The children's playground   l i e s    where the dope   meets   the   streets

Ten years old

Looking out for the neighborhood  clout

Cutting class

To make some cash

A    juvy    drug    postman    delivering    t r a s h



In my city where the    s i n   is   plenty

And the     m i s   a p   p r o   p i   a   t i o n s

of financial libations

are often aside

By    committees

Board    members

And    government   spies

As inmates chill in the A/C

With three squares and nice books

What is this world coming to?

When    our    children?s    educational resources

Are not equivalent to that

of    murderers    and    crooks



In my city where the    s i n    is    plenty

You will often find

That in political elections

A   C-NOTE is the candidate

manipulating votes

With    untruths

and     rejections

In   the Big    Easy

Either   you  do

or you die

Cuz if you stay true

Then THEY will deny    y o u



In this Crescent city

Where the majority rules

But the few try as they might

To continue  the   fight

For right over wrong

In this decadent place

where the sin is strong

if your money is long



And traditions of corruption

continue to navigate  our state

of survival

Towards    disparity

and    d e s t r u c t i o n

In my city

In your city

Goddamn

This

City



MoodSwingz_November2002




Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was inspired by the overflow of political corruption in the city of New Orleans.

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Allwayz Willin's picture

I don't see too many politically inspired poems that move me but this one sure did. Another great scribe!

Mark