once around the block
Vancouver's inner city
you've seen it all doc
what else is there
besides domestic pity
up and down the alleys
sometimes if you dare
through a homeless valley
past carousing fentanyl
count that terrible tally
such an arousing mental plea
hope is merely a concept
nothing concrete really
just a laughable precept
passing through
valleys of desperation
city places
where everything
is doom and gloom
beyond consternation
a hapless void my friend
a helpless place of indignation
if only God could
rein in evil's instigation
replace prediction
without condition
advise some healing medication
perhaps a garden still could grow
instill the self with predilection
be still the wounding pain
that so many broken folk
live with drastic homelessness
devil fentanyl a constant foe

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