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)