Monday, 8 August 2011

Poem: Crying For Help

Standard

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

Let me know what you think!

- Esjae x

1 comment:

  1. My opinion: It's not my favorite of your poems. I feel like it doesn't flow, and most of the rhymes don't work for me. They're almost close enough, but not quite. But that's what editing's for. :)

    ReplyDelete