To get to my house:
Just follow the stray bullets,
Make a left on Fifth
Murder 203
Happened right by my front step
...Quite literally.
I don't know his name
The man whose blood stained my street
I'm sure someone knew.
Old men on the porch
Say they miss the good ol' days
Whilst the young men die.
March on violence!
Old Bill Cosby says his part
Yet, the men still die.
People lie, although
Crimson concrete tells the truth
Which should we believe?
Wanton criminals
Paint the town red their own way
They bleed just like us.
What of the victims?
Are they black or are they white?
No! They are human.
Ruthless homicide
Part of Philly culture now...
Almost like cheesesteaks!
The tourists visit
Even though they know our plight
Tarnish the veneer?
Welcome to our town
We are Philly's citizens
But what's your excuse?
Knowing what they know
Tourists climb museum steps
Pumps fists like Rocky
Noble William Penn
Looks upon the cityscape
Then begins to weep.
Founder of our town
Perches on our City Hall
But spins in his grave.
Mayor John F. Street
Wakes up to the horrid news
Then goes back to sleep.
Just imagine this
The Mayor meets Mister Penn
Scorn is palpable
Penn asks Mayor Street
"What have you done to my town!"
Street can only grin.
Check out what I've learned:
Children aren't bullet-proof
I saw it in the news.
To add to the appeal of the haiku, I want to print out, laminate and post them in places across the city. Each haiku will be in a certain part of the city where its placement would be most significant. They'll go at certain tourist spots, transportation terminals and any other place where there's a lot of foot traffic. This is my way of coping with the ongoing bloodshed in my city's streets.
Comments
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secretlife said on Sep 01, 2007....
i really like your poems.i'd put them up around the city gov't building(s)-forget the tourists- they go home to other places. -
gingersoul said on Sep 12, 2007....
Harried.....i know some of the bloody reality in the Phils....
I think your project is brave and inspiring...
I especially like the last Haiku about the children...so sad and so true....
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