The Cries of the Street
You turn on the news;
What do you see?
The death of yet another;
Human Being.
So many are young;
Young adults and small children;
What is really going on?
This is a state of confusion!
Our kids can’t enjoy a nice day;
Because gun shots keep ringing out;
Killing our youth;
What is that about?
People scared to leave their homes;
Scared to go to work;
Don’t know if someone;
Is lurking and ready to hurt.
School kids are dying;
Getting killed by the dozens;
Gangs are running rampant;
Killing our loved ones one after another.
Young men and women;
Are being shot and killed;
While minding their own business;
Someone tell me this isn’t real!
My 22-year-old brother lost his life;
From the hands of another;
Now my family mourns;
In this time of trouble.
How do we fight this war?
Right at our front door;
So much genocide;
Right before our eyes.
So many lost;
This is too deep;
Can you hear;
The cries of the street?
Copyright © Yolanda Jackson | Year Posted 2008
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