My home town

As i walk through the streets

of my home town

 

I hear the sounds of sirens

in the distance

That God awful sound

Someone's in trouble

Someone's been hurt

It's rush hour traffic

Someone in a hurry

just ran a red light

now some poor soul lay dying

in a hospital bed tonight

 

As I walk through the streets

of my home town

 

Everyone is in a hurry

to get nowhere fast

Someone just robbed

a convenience store

The store owner shot him

now he lay dead on the floor

He ate his last supper

at a kitchen for the poor

 

As I walk through the streets

of my home town

 

I hear the shouting, the noise

and the clatter

As I wonder does it all really matter

Today a man pulled a knife on his brother

Who beat up his mother

His brother lay dead in pool of blood

As his mother cried in the rain and the mud

 

As I walk through the streets

of my home town

 

 

Reviews

[Ralphy]

Your poems are so creative and flow well. This poem delivers a message that most are not aware of...the reality that exist hidden on some home towns streets...nice write

[BLFK]

My goodness, that was amazing! Your style of writing is. . . so different. I really liked this.

[Dezaraye]

Wow. This piece is so sad. :( I'm so glad that my hometown is nothing like this. It's beautiful here.