She walks these ghetto streets <br />In refined silence— <br />The pimps, the drug lords, <br />And the assorted creeps <br />Cannot find an avenue <br />To loosen her lips <br />To hear her speak. <br /> <br />There’s misery around every corner, <br />Corpses from random drive-bys <br />Litter the boulevards like a parade, <br />There’s too much action <br />For the cops to discover a donut shop <br />In which to gather some peace and shade; <br />And in the midst of this, <br />Luna is the princess of the gangs <br />Gracing an invisible throne <br />In the violent kingdom of poverty. <br /> <br />Blood-red scarf around her throat, <br />Dangling golden earrings, <br />Pierced nose and tongue, <br />This is the goddess <br />Of a new civilization.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goddess-of-a-new-civilization/
