Taxed to Death, Shot to Death ~ A Tale of One City

Illinois taxes break my back – Cook County taxes break my neck

Chicago taxes break my wallet – Federal taxes break my bank

These murders break my heart, not sure where to start

We are a fragile people, pimped by politicians – Puppeteered by pulpits

Enslaved by an element of social depravity – Trapped by gangs, cornered by guns

Deafened by screams, painted by blood

Entrapped by brutal slave masters that etched their self-destructive will on a people

That refuse to take responsibility for their own house

Because the laws changed and we are arrested for disciplining our children

While slave overseers in blue uniforms unload with merciless execution in broad daylight

How can I hope, believe, dream or conquer if it has been deferred; we are sick

As a people, not black, not white, not Buddhist, not Christian, not Muslim,  but as humanity

We have forgotten what binds us to settle for what holds us bound, it is not a fault of religion, it is a fault of us

We stand by silently, blaming, finger-pointing, shrugging shoulders like it won’t happen to…

Interrupted post from a billion dollar industry of metal that has unleashed unrestrained, uncontrollable, unmerciful, uncompromising damage on society

Home from college, winter-break, not going back, I am staying here, in Chicago, in a coffin, under the earth from which bore and birthed this vessel from the beginning of time

Taxed to death, shot to death, a tale of a city that has so much to celebrate, yet so much to admonish

We are on break from election season, no political phone calls for they don’t need us at this moment

No cries from the people for we don’t need them at this moment

Only cries from the fallen that are not with us for grandma died from a broken heart when realtors bought the taxes she could not pay and they took her home

A tale of a city

And more than bullets, we bleed from silence…

About The Endurer

Tony Briscoe is a spoken word artist and coach, a youth minister and mentor. He also does life poetic expression production for people that don't have a voice and desire to be heard. He was born and raised in Chicago and lives to serve young people, adults suffering from childhood pain, and a serious passion for God's daughters. He is....The Endurer.

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