Inner City State of Mind
Equal rights and justice? … I have often heard of this
But like the Lochness monster very few have seen it.
Everyone’s a rebel, rebel without a cause,
Crime is not a problem once it’s not in my yard.
“Informer fi dead” so the masses cry,
So crap happens and we turn a blind eye.
It’s almost natural to bribe a cop,
To cover shady deals and all of that,
And we all know court cases favor the rich,
And what they call justice, really is a bitch.
Media clowns glorify thugs and gangsters
Turning dons into heroes, demi-gods and messiahs.
Now lone voices in the wilderness dare to speak out
While the masses tell them to shut their mouths…
Here is a brand new poem from the Duane Francis collection. Everyday one reads of such things in the news and one cannot help but wonder what is going to happen in the world. I know this type of corruption is wide spread and not limited to Jamaica. As a poet I will write of the good and I will write of the bad. This might offend many who would like to shut out the reality, but guess what? My words are my weapon and I will use them. As long as I can, this Jamaican Boy will write.
Infidelity
I go home to her but my heart’s with you,
Occasionally I wonder if she has a clue.
What was meant to be a fling,
Has become a permanent thing.
Everytime we meet I betray her trust,
Guess I,m another who’s a slave to lust.
A weakness for you lead me here
Things get complicated when lust becomes care,
Do I come clean and confess?
Or keep quiet and pray God’s forgiveness?
A charmed life some brothers would say,
But lies become burdensome with each passing day…
What can I say about this piece? My latest work … Just a dose of reality, not my reality… let me make that clear. But it is a fact that infidelity is a very real in Jamaica and it is not uncommon for men to have sweethearts with their wives. This is not limited to class or socio-economic status . Sad but true.I am not saying all Jamaican men are like that but quite a few are.