| Prayerful Town this town has so much to cry for it has no prayer to pray we listen to gunshots and gospel music at the same time hoping God would find a way tear dry up but come again when the late t.v. News broadcast our story once again black on black crime every time,I have faith God gone fine a way in His time in this not so prayerful town brother get lock down while the sister yell for help saying "who gone take care of my baby boy with no cloths and food" we are design to love the ghetto because that is where we stay my God promise us some things and He is going to make that change today As we speak, I pray for a better day in this not so prayerful town.I ask thought this poem for the whole world to pray. (c) quincy slayton |
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