Road of Hope

Along this road
the struggles are hard
hope is razor thin
Cocaine is stop signs
preventing many from moving ahead
diamonds and gold became blinders
keeping children from seeing their potential
Being so far down
it hurts to look up
struggling just to make through today
Prisons have become today's cotton fields
in this world I live hope is hard
many seek drugs to kill the pain
having mothers hooked on drugs
Looking at pictures
knowing bad out weigh the good
drinking liquor to stomach the things seen
Crooked police kill
but the stories are never told
one day hope will vanish

Reviews

[nonno noo]

"Prisons have become today's cotton fields", great line. Nice poem overall.