Streets of War

Written by: Jayne Eggins

I grow saddened,
 our streets
 have begun
 to flow
 with blood
 
our offspring
 run wild,
 animals they
 prowl the streets
 prey on the weak 

king hits
 and glassings,
 blood forks
 and the rivers
 run ever deeper 

police
 overwhelmed
 medics
 understaffed
 trying to stem
 the flow of death,
 rapes
 bashings
 shootings
 murders
 
our children
 are dying
 our streets
 show signs
 of war
 
and still, we sit
 and do nothing