Each month, write a new collection.
The Face Of The GamesThe Olympics are here in 1980And the homeless are gathered and shipped to HadesOut in the desert where they were out of the wayAbout 200 miles give or take a dayTo ever return into the ghettoThis is our culture, a sweep clean like a stilettoStuck in the eye as we try to lieAnd clean the streets where the homeless tryTo survive on a daily basisWhere we can't have the world see the tracesOf the life in the street to seek the truthOf unemployment from the elder to youthWe show the world we are a world leaderWithout revealing a panhandling greeterAs the Chinese, Russians and other giantsJudge the way we look reliantAnd think the streets are clean as a whistleWithout the homeless to compete with the missilesAnd the guns and bombs and the wars we engageAnd the fun of the then running Summer Olympic Games
great Daryl. and what a pro at rhyming. thx
Love it. Great work with the couplets too!
Universal center thought everyone Galileo said not, we circled sun.They condemned you for heresy You gave us science, astronomyTelecommunications, boeing partsAthlectic shoes, artificial hearts.Quartz clocks and cordless toolsFrom those aeronaut research fools.But the jobs did not stayContractors found cheaper payCongressionals with greater cloutLeft southern Cal spaced outNow debris floats in space Humans searching for a place.To discover galileo moonsCooked this planet, leaving soon.
Love this Jeanne! I love how you used the rhyme too!