In The City

by Hard Hat Poet - Taurus

Dakness and anger,killing and crime
It walks through the streets with no knowledge of time
For blacks and whites,yellow and red
There is no thought that comes from the dead
Sirens of the night are on the rise
The violence will live until someone will die
Within the sweep of the endless clock
Will find death in the city under every rock
From out of the shadows all that came
Left them bleeding in the gutters to feel the shame
Fear within their eyes is all around
As the lifeless bodies fall hard to the ground
For with the start there is no end
We look and watch then turn our backs again

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2002-03-25 19:31:05
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:09
Poem ID: 68591

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