|
by A. Faye Hicks/Po Poet Laureate
What is this World coming too
I say what is this World "Coming" Too!
People protesting
Police politiking
Riots every day
Job cuts!
Clinics closed
While the "Heads" of this situation get Richer and Richer
Robbing the Poor to pay the Rich
A "Modern Day "Robin Hood" is Our Mayer
Job Cuts
Health Cost Rising, Clinics Closed
Nurses overworked, they can’t get arise
And they are closing our clinics
Medi-Cal funds deducted from our funds
More Rough Riders Hired, aka, Police Officers
I am tired, shoved aside
You can’t side here, you are taking up space
After mid-night when the cops slow down
Do they never sleep
Off duty they will pounce
I am a "Cop" I doo"s what I wants to do!
I wondered I can you sleep on cold hard cement
I found out
I just dropped where ever I was at
After mid-night when the cops slow down
I find a soft spot, on the cement walk
My Purse my Pillow
Believe me if you wiggle and squirm long enough
You will find a Soft Spot
After mid-night
The Tourist are a bed
The Night Clubs closed
The Rough-Riders stop roughing us up
Sleep in heavenly peace
No more sirens now just snores
But ready or not here they come
At the break of dawn
Engines start up, Zoom, Zoom, Zoom!
Paddy Wagons, police cars, Trucks, Vans
They will be riding "Limo’s Next
The Police swinging their Poverty Stick
It is no loner just a "Negro" Stick
Cars Zooming Up!
Ready or not here they come
Snatched up out my ‘cement Bed"
When the commuter come!
Trespassing on the sidewalk, when morning come
|
