The City

We need angels in the city.

The air is cold, the hearts are gritty.

Devil's work is ugly, but it looks pretty.

Listen to the gun shots plague the city.

The youth are all loose with a nine.

Hunger games, what a shame,

I woke up to a bang.

Guns flashing in my dreams.

Ain't no hope, ain't no safety.

The only thing we see is that these kids are

Buying up the ammo like it's free.

Mama eyes crying eternal tears,

Some things time doesn't heal.

The politicians line their pockets,

While the families miss meals.

And the teachers don't get paid enough to regulate

What isn't taking place in the confides of a

Broken home,

So every zone becomes a negative space.

I prayed today.

I don't know if it's being heard.

I don't understand why things have to be this way.

I looked closely,

God sent angels to the city.

They shot the angels up

And clipped it's wings.

It's time to burn the city.