What is this world we have left behind?
Mother-father soil that brought us up and played us on its soil
where have all the playgrounds gone?
traffic turns deadly and gunshots twenty years old are revived all over again?
Chicago is dying underneath the weight of elevation gone bad
trains don't run no more, they stroll
slow and south
siding with imperfection
my home is stuck underneath layers of
sermons misconstrued
security measures extended
fear unmasked and mugged on a winter night
it's hot as hell and there's not much air here
(...work in progress by arinmaya)
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peace, beloved. i'm glad to see your writing again. it's sad that we've traded our peaks, valleys, and springs for skyscrapers and dirty water. we're boxed in at our highest heights. yet, it's summer, and the suffocating heat will yield rains that will, at least temporarily, clear the air and allow us to breathe deeply once again. If there is breath there is life, and can be motion. call'em forth from the grave. peace
"so play the resurrector and give the dead some life"---Phife Dawg
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