Chance
CHANCE
Condemned, sent to the cells, throw away the key as you’re a car thief.
No hope, needles found in your room and marks on your arm, druggie.
Loser, crime ridden estate, not safe after dark, they’ll have you for sure.
Reality is here, the estate I live on, St Mary’s in Oldham, like any other in England.
Don’t condemn the youth here as they’re our country’s future, time needs to be
taken to understand and learn about them, not to go to war on them.
Give them a chance, is all lost before we start or can something be made out
of nothing, the young made responsible, to do it right first time?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
