There was a riot, below, on the street
At the corner where the kids all meet
They fought over this and that
I heard a shot, now Ed is dead
People scrambled, a life gambled away
All roads lead to war, to peace is there a way?
When the peace dove is shot down like a clay pigeon?
When the modus operandi of street kids is to bludgeon?
Now put your neck on the line and wait for the foot
You fear for your life, squirm, cry, now stay put
“Just another gang fight” reads the paper, if at all
Pride, just like indifference, goeth before a fall
A city underfunded, undermanned, underplanned
The emptiness spilling over to the witness stand
Another thug is dead, so who cares?
Who, you ask, dares?
To constantly feed you information on deaths, right here in Chicago
In one part of the city it’s the wine, in another it’s the blood that’s Bordeaux
Almost schizophrenic: the city, its people
Ridiculously unnecessary its steeple
Because there’s time to ask somebody who doesn’t exist to do something about the situation
But when cars burn, and you start understanding what it felt like in Baghdad , you’d rather go on vacation
What are you going to do? Take action?
Nah, because those people, they’re just a fraction
Of what makes up the city
Never sat on a committee
Do they even deserve the help they refuse to request?
Don’t they act at hatred’s behest?
Life’s easier when you believe people are born evil
Than when you put into motion decency’s retrieval
The conditions that people have to live in
It’s more survival, less really living
They didn’t appear from nowhere
The origin is not a gangster’s neckwear
Misery has a long history in this rather young country
Let’s try to reverse that, without self-praise, humbly.