so you’re a player…

so your're a player

it
is
gun
fire
along
streets
random
shots
lead
the
da
to
desperate souls
seeking
a piece
of the pie
but
there’s
only
a greasy pan
for them
to lick
they don’t understand
the game
they’re urban
cannon fodder
permitted
to play out
their fantasy hand
by
the permission
of those
unseen
and
unknown
who don’t even
give a damn
about wall street
they are
who
controls
every aspect
of life
and
you
are
just a player
without
your own script
everything
is what
they
want
and
you
are
the fool
in their court
juggling
the rotten fruit
they’ve
provided
it
is
gun
fire
along
streets
random
shots
killing
for
the entertainment
of
caesars

this ain’t no foreign war…

this ain't no foreign war

boots
heels strike hard
against city streets
beneath their weight
lies the blood
of children
caught in the crossfire
of human greed
boots
heels strike hard
chiraq to la
gang border wars
death’s small bags
sold and bought
this is civil war
where are our troops
boots
heels strike hard
spin doctors’ barrage
has replaced truth
all is well
ask the dead
but they have no voice
so listen to me
boots
heels strike hard
against your eardrums
the dead call out
this is war
and we are
losing the battle
to save children’s lives

“may we pray for you”

 by River Urke and charles wm. martin

 

a life
a mere
drop in the bucket
of time
but to me
she was life
my life
swallowed whole
by the industry
she bled for
now she floats
barren in the universe
a token
of corporate greed
“may we pray for you” 

a life
a mere moment in time
he joined for life
the gang to live
now she
was the price
of membership
a one-way ticket
but could he?
he has to
or he dies
his mama dies
Why?
“may we pray for you”

 

River Urke and I have entered into a duel poetry challenge and this is the resulting poem.  Duel Poetry:  a prearranged poetry writing challenge  between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines  (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete