3rd Place Poetry Rhyming
Chillin
By
George Favors
Laying back wasting time.
All kind of thoughts running through my mind.
Murder on the rise Corvid on the Low.
Both or killing my people on the Go.
We lay back Drinking and Smoking.
Our People slowly Dying Sipping and Toking.
For 63 Years It’s been going that Way.
My People been slowly dying day by Day.
This poem is real this poem is Sad.
This Poem is driving me Mad.
Peace