Open Poetry #1 |
civil war |
chris Junior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 29rowlett, texas, usa |
Shot rang out ... where you stand At your feet ... a fallen man Run for cover ... leave him there Blood stained street ... not your affair Shot rang out ... on these streets of hell Missed the target ... another child fell Baby boy ... his mother cries Six years old ... to young to die Born to a world of life and death Brother's hatred bought his dying breath Shotgun victim of a violent crime Little child never saw the good times Civil war goin' down in the hood Fight for life never understood Little soldiers think it's just for fun Thirteen years, and he's earned his gun... ------------------ does anybody know does anybody care what are the words we're attempting to share chris |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Sirens at all hours, gunshots from drive-bys, drug deals on the corner, such are the pleasures of where I live,I see this firsthand and I'm glad you've chose to write about it. |
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sea_of_okc Senior Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 568Oklahoma City, OK, USA |
A very thought provoking poem, thank you for sharing it. The plight of the inner cities is a problem which has long been neglected. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
Very astute, Chris. Hats off to you. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
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