There's Trouble In the Jungle
O'er to all that say, everything gravy in my neighborhood all trouble
happening elsewhere, but soon as you turn on the (t.v.) set someone been
shot, someone who should-not have been there. Yes, "there's trouble in the
jungle of life", how drastically a change must appear. But what can you do,
when you're subject to be a victim, trouble everywhere sinceless killing's,
noone dare seem to care. I remember my two nephew's being robbed just out-
side their home, yet the desparity of life-seem pregnagated on the atmoshere of
a long ago day's of a ancient Rome!!!.
At the funeral the tear's are plenty, a young lil boy shot down, another sit in
prison so conspiciousily alone. The pastor tells the congregation. There's trouble
in the jungle-let his memory cause you to hear their call, may his memory make you
"Stand Tall".
Copyright © John Streeter | Year Posted 2009
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