In The Ghetto.

I live in a ghetto in the poor part of town.
Where people’s souls are never up but always down.
Over me always an unwelcoming dark cloud.
It is like I’m being wrapped in a dirty smelly shroud.
Everyday life is a chore.
I hate going out through my decrepit front door.
Outside the air is lung sickeningly stale.
All around peoples faces sickeningly pale.
This part of town is not a god fearing place.
From peoples minds all that god fearing stuff poverty did erase.
Equality in this world my sad poor eyes can not see.
From this dark unwelcoming cloud i just want to be free.