Logan Street

Bathed in the glow of a Logan Street lamp,

I tug at my collar; it’s cold and damp.

In the space of a moment the dawn turns grey,

Another brave new world, just like yesterday.

I stare straight ahead as the crowds reappear,

Blending into shadows, taking refuge from the fear.

I see it in their faces, in their eyes trepidation,

There’s anguish unrelenting in this brave new nation.

And all the tears that are shed for the dead and the dying,

The weak and the poor, when there are still so many trying.

I reel from the knowledge; it’s a curse that I see,

When so many are blinded, why must sight lie with me?

Breeze stiffly blowing autumn leaves all around,

An old man lying drunk, forgotten on the ground.

Through the haze of the wine, despair fills his mind,

From his savior pours dismay of a brave new kind.

In a flash of eye shadow a young girl calls out,

Through her actions and her words she’s leaving no doubt.

Daddy’s little baby turning tricks just a whore

Poor misguided soldier of a brave new war.

And all the tears that are shed for the dead and the dying,

The weak and the poor, when there are still so many trying.

I reel from the knowledge; it’s a curse that I see,

When so many are blinded, why must sight lie with me?

Sirens howl across the poison we call air

To a basement, in a ghetto, and the man found there.

Doomed to his death by the color of his skin,

A brave new hate with the power to win.

I watch as rivers run dry in a land,

Where fortunes are plenty, yet hunger still in hand.

A cheap thrill is worth more than the life of a child,

These brave new gifts by their virtue defiled.

And all the tears that are shed for the dead and the dying,

The weak and the poor, when there are still so many trying.

I reel from the knowledge; it’s a curse that I see,

When so many are blinded, why must sight lie with me?

In a park softly singing a young boy sits alone.

In his voice there is sadness with all that he’s known.

And I weep for this product of our procreation,

For here sits a seer of a brave new generation.

All the tears that are shed …