Chiraq

by Orain Prelow

Chiraq is my community

It’s a bull that doesn’t get tricked

Better not get picked

It’s a raging bull,

But he is not a tool

It’s the windy city

Blows like a chopper

But when it hits night,

The bulls come out to fight

But when I look at the moon,

It winks at me and says,

“Everything’s alright.”