Chicago Is Angry dr.moore

Chicago is Angry

dr. moore

Chicago is angry. Streets of asphalt, Chipping around the edges of holes That never seem to fill.

Chicago is angry. No, not the interstates, Intersecting in spaghetti-like fashion, Where no signal in the fast lane Shouts the lane crossover At the next exit to come.

Chicago is angry. No, not the exquisitely erected Towers of steel and glass, Paying homage to generational wealth That has never, Will never, Trickle down.

Chicago is angry. No, not the red and brown brick homes, Not the bungalows, the framed two flats, No, not the courtyard buildings, Not the greystones that mark neighbors In neighborhoods appreciated, Depreciated, And not. Chicago is angry.

From West Garfield Park to Chatham. From Auburn Gresham to Lakeview. From the 100s to Englewood.

Chicago is angry. Yes. Its people are angry. Angry from neglect, Which has never been benign. From miseducating both The least educated and the exclusively educated.

The people are angry. From having little voice, Yet hearing from those with too much voice, Too easily spoken without listening first.

All cities In this land which has never been free, And only infrequently brave, are angry.

All cities are angry, As my city is angry. Angry by design. Intentional negation.

Chicago is angry. From the design of things, From the design of lives, The people’s lives, Designed not by the Divine, Rather designed By the devilish and indifferent.