My B-more
Ronald Nathaniel Parker 1956 (Columbus Georgia)
In the heart of Baltimore, a city once bright,
Lies a tale of darkness, where violence takes flight,
A place where pain and sorrow intertwine,
And the echoes of strife linger in the mind.
In the streets of this city, where hope should reside,
There's a battle for peace, a relentless fight,
Guns and sirens pierce the night air,
Leaving behind a trail of despair.
But amidst the chaos, there's a flicker of light,
A resilience that refuses to take flight,
The people of Baltimore, strong and bold,
Rise together, their stories yet untold.
They march for justice, they raise their voice,
Demanding change, seeking a better choice,
For they know that violence is not their fate,
And they won't let their city suffocate.
In the face of adversity, they stand tall,
United against the shadows that befall,
They rebuild their communities, brick by brick,
With love and compassion, their spirits won't flick.
For Baltimore is more than the violence it bears,
It's a city of strength, a place that cares,
In the hearts of its people, a fire burns bright,
To reclaim their streets, to make things right.
So let us not forget the struggles they face,
The battles they fight, the scars they embrace,
And together, let's lend a helping hand,
To heal the wounds of this beloved land.
For Baltimore's story is not yet complete,
There's hope in the air, a chance to defeat,
The violence that plagues, the pain that remains,
With unity and love, we'll break these chains.
In the heart of Baltimore, a city so strong,
They'll rise above, they'll prove the wrong,
And through the darkness, a new dawn will break,
A future of peace, for everyone's sake.
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Violence in my city
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Written on September 14, 1956
Submitted by rnp400 on September 21, 2023
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Scheme | AAXX XABB AACC DDEE FFGG HHAA IIJJ KKLL MMNN |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,642 |
Words | 328 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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