Urban Rot
Menace to society,
Deranged minds,
Sinister thoughts,
Unsettling spaces.
The unknown looms,
Minds in cluttered rooms,
The untold overcast,
License and freedom are precast.
Trouble in public places,
Comes to languages and races,
Bleeding hearts and crouching souls,
Their loved ones are the bulls' eyes.
The unseen is the rolling dice.
Soaring casualties,
We're faced with harsh realities,
Our hope hangs in the dark,
Memories of the loss still come back,
It's an urban rot.
June 3, 2023.*
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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