Poem: Crying For Help

The streets are littered with so many teenage pregnancies
Along with many other dangers and obscenities
Knives and guns carried for pride
Cars not owned, just used while on a joyride
Lives filled with drama
Police head to foot in armour
The people you hang with is a statement
Flowers and crying eyes a constant reminder of the bereavement
Pouring into the street day after day
A society crying for help
Instead sent into a shock everyday
As another town is on its own

Stacey xo

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