Night in the Ghetto
Another day has gone for the keeps
Into the bottomless pit of time.
Again it has wounded a man, held captive
by his brethren.
After dusk, he longs for bandages,
For soft hands to shield the eyes
From all the horrors that stare by day.
But in the ghetto, darkness, too, is kind
To weary eyes that all day long
have had to watch.
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