Gunshots shatter this cool night
another light shot out, lost the fight
the calm smashed like a dropped glass
as the sirens blare, blasting out en masse
Victims of the system
when no one listens, a blade often glistens
when there is no hope, no money, no futures
any shock that our country is flowing into the sewers?
A tattered state, a bloodstained shirt
the poor always the first to lose the fight, so much hurt
crime the only way, to get a pay day, until it stops dead
and we end with another life lost, tears shed
Will we learn our lessons? give the young a chance, hear their message, beat the depression let them live with dreams, to be worthy, a life to be lived rather than the screams for mercy, of the deprived
Thanks for reading, peace and love.
Kyle. (and check out my first book prisoner of the mind)
Thank you both for the kind comments.
So real and down to earth. You captured the scene. I will check out your book. Thank you for the great review on my page. I know own the kindle edition. I will read some when I get a chance and give you a review. Best of luck.
Kyle ,Good luck with your book, just checked it out on Amazon, it will be on my to buy book, hopefully at the end of the month.