Every War needs an enemy,
You have never been a friend to me,
In your lofty white towers
Content and snug,
You import the drugs,
Distribute among those for whom you have no love,
This is how Capitalism looks and feels,
Street level deals...
In broad daylight.
Right out in front of your door,
Latino and Black victims of the.. War
Against the poor,
By, Abu Lateef Babatunde
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