Two Blocks South

Just two blocks south of 115th and Northeastern
the community has stopped caring. They don't
try to understand what happened to
the goodness that once flourished there.It
went out like a light bulb. One dark-
eyed child living their stared into
the eyes of a woman carrying his
missing cousins clothes and gun, but
the police won't go those two blocks south
where the street signs are shot out and
no one ever sleeps, to find out why.
That child doesn't know somewhere else
nature thrives like a multifaceted
diamond, untouched,glimmering in the sun.

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