Bronx Butterfly

A beautiful butterfly perched outside your windowsill   

such a sight to see In a place where darkness dwells   
from the depth of a forgotten city   
a wretched hell...   
  
I hear a song like no other you've ever heard   
so tone deaf I can't even hear the words   
Gun shots ring out It's a thundering sound   
with no witnesses to see and no cops around.   
  
An ambulance screeches In the distance   
another soul, a life Is taken   
but this will not be the last   
somewhere a mothers heart is breaking.   
  
  
From a few buildings down I can hear a soft voice crying,   
a little girls plea, her hopes slowly dying   
A birds broken wing, It struggles to fly   
a beat up woman, she runs to hide.   
  
A poor man lays In the streets   
with torn pants and nothing to eat   
no jacket for warmth, no shoes on his feet   
so discarded and alone with nowhere to go   
where will he end up? nobody knows.   
  
So many homeless families with broken dreams   
to weak to fight, so hopeless It seems   
the ghetto is a place where no one should be   
not even your worse and loathed enemy.   
  
So to you I ask, are you guilty of greed?   
Are you the one? Are you ever In need?   
  
Next time you pass someone less fortunate than thee   
remember these words remember me   
Reach into your pocket and dig down deep   
beacause What you have now, may not be yours to keep.   
  
  
For I am that Woman,Man,Child and Bird   
I come from the Bronx New York,haven't you heard?