Part one
The cold wet cement was concocted by a stern iron hand
With poverty, tyranny, and oppression being the key components of it's plan
All was expected to die of the life that once occupied the ground
Still the workmen paid no mind as they laid the cement down
But through persistent pleads and cries
the concrete was weakened over time
therefore, the iron fist mistook that
even a single rose could grow out of a tiny nook
This poem is in response to Tupac's poem, "The Rose That Grew from Concrete"
ReplyDeleteDid you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
I merely wanted to write a poem describing the concrete...