Poetry Corner: Camden

A once great man saw a city invincible

I know the opposite so Ima speak my truth

They control the streets drug dealing & gang banging

They took our families and jobs left us on the stoop with enough rope to see us hanging

Everyone screams we’re free but you’re a slave just slowly digging carefully plotting your own grave

See where I’m from if you’re not killed in the streets you’ll see lockup hearing them bars clanging

As present residents all we know is corrupt politicians & propaganda that move around us like a phantom

 Long after Walt Whitman I see a city known to be despicable

Crunch the numbers look at the city theirs your proof