Crying For Help

The streets are littered with so many teenage pregnancies

Along with many other dangers and obscenities

Knives and guns carried for pride

Cars not owned, just used while on a joyride

Lives filled with drama

Police head to foot in armour

The people you hang with is a statement

Flowers and crying eyes a constant reminder of the bereavement

Pouring into the street day after day

A society crying for help

Instead sent into a shock everyday

As another town is on its own