Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Flowers Are Wilted In San Francisco

In the 60’s San Francisco was the place to be
Wear a flower in your hair in a life so carefree
The hippies were the rage, the air smelled of sweat perfume
A happy place, a refuge from  Vietnam’s doom and gloom
No so today as the city struggles with an opioid crisis out of control
7,500 people living in the streets, sidewalks covered in urine not a place for a stroll
Thousands of people shooting up, smoking crystal meth
Needle litter everywhere, symbols of overdose deaths
The city is becoming a city on life support
As conventions fearful of crime their gatherings abort
Tourist dollars like a pond of water in Death Valley on a triple digit day
Evaporating quickly as tourists chose to stay away
No one wearing flowers in their hair
If they are they are wilted as the magic is no longer there
© July 11, 2018 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet

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