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  
because 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?
     ~Word~  
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