Diane Pennestri Poet Lyric

A Criminals Thirst

As a child I would play,
never wondering off far away.
Thinking the streets were even safe,
until one day you find another in this space.
A criminal thirsty to make one bleed,
an unknown someone became a bad seed.
With nothing better for him to do,
he stalks the streets for me and you.
Who is he, why does he not care,
now you and I must beware.
You and I, friends side by side,
where is this criminal, where does he hide?
Listening to the news of your local town,
this thirsty criminal took someone down.
Why do they do this, why are they this way,
did their childhood somehow go astray?
Now we must stay off the streets, stay in,
never knowing who is the next victim.
Things have changed from our childhood,
seems there is more bad than good.
Now watching over children of our own,
aware of a thirsty criminal, someone unknown.

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