An Elephant's Graveyard
Beautification of the city
Brand new image, what a pity
The outward appearance is in bloom
The inner city in dread and doom
As long as the beauty is doing it’s duty
Business as usual
Our city streets, a mausoleum
Blood re linoleum
The red carpet receiving stolen life forces
Essence of our communities
Betrayal, thirty pieces of silver
They spared no expense
Beautification of the city
Brand new image, what a pity
Charles was shot twice in the head
A stolen soul, precious flower, lay dead
If the truth be told, a form of population control
Busy buying businesses
Families and love ones
Receiving mutilated bodies and buying caskets
Poverty pimps prostituting urban renewal
The jewel in the crown
Beautification, wonderful façade
Everything’s all right, a promenade
The only safe place, the hand of God
Gorgeous flowers planted for economical gain
Ornamental signs do not reflect the pain
Elaborate parks, attractive museums hide the blood stains
The blood-stained metropolitan sepulcher
Beautification of the city
Brand new image, what a pity
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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