The Siren's Are Coming!

(true story)

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Bang!

Somebody just got popped!

Right next door to my house!

Somebody's screaming! Screaming!

The siren's are coming closer...

Closer...Closer...

The neighbor's and onlookers are gathering outside as I write!

Here come the police cars, an ambulance and now the gang squad.

Knocking on my door asking me questions galore.

Did I see anything? What did I hear?

Here come the reporters and news crew with their cameras.

What about the vacant house on the corner?

The one the city needs to board up?

Everybody knows it's a crackhouse!

Seems like nobody cares!

Do I dare?

The cops they've pulled out their guns!

Looks like the culprit is on the run!

Searching with flashlights in my alley out back...

Better let my dog in before he's attacked!

Better lay low tonight maybe sleep on the floor.

Just in case a drive-by shoots at my door.

Turn on the tv and check out the news.

Man, living in the hood is giving me the blues.

Story goes on some dude got shot tonight.

Just standing out front of his crib talking.

This other dude just walked up an shot him.

When it was over a silent ambulance drove him away...

 

 

 

Reviews

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Thank you for reviewing my poems, Debileah, I appreciate your comments very much.

Violence... harsh and brutal, the sounds of it coming out of nowhere for little reason... trauma... violence in the home such as you have suffered... these are such jarring images to one who lives in a peaceful city where nothing much ever happens... I don't know how people survive the kind of trauma you describe, the ear-shattering gunshots, the screaming without going out of their minds. How do they go out the next day? How does it affect they way they bring up their children?

'Better lay low tonight maybe sleep on the floor.
Just in case a drive-by shoots at my door'

How does one live in constant fear and function effectively in the world?

I don't understand why people act like this... it's so disturbing... but your poems paint the picture of a mad, out-of-control violent world so vividly.

David

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

This is so sad how life is in the Ghetto, my daughter lives in a area like this and it's frightening. I'm always afraid when I read the papers.

As always you expressed this event very well, told a great story in prose. I could feel it.

[lots fo love ♥]

wow. thats sad.

[George Love]

Very gripping, well told story. BTW, my second oldest son is now a cop!

[Lyndsay Castro]

Wow. This is great. It is a great picture of the happenings in your area. I particularly like the last line. It tells us the end of the story without explicitly spelling it out.

[Chaos]

Fantastic!

How true your words are for many people. It's strange how people can adapt to their surroundings. The way you presented this piece is great because you captured a sense of calm in a chaotic state.

I loved it!

[Mysty Rayn]

I love how the poem began with such chaos and then ends in silence. Very well done.

[laceyjane23]

great job! i can relate to this i see this kinda stuff quite often on my block.
laceyjane

[Michael]

Wow, as a country boy I am always amazed by works that reflect city life. Not judging, just out of my element. You ode reads well and has a strong flow that pulls the reader in. I do see one small nit to take care of, I think you might drop "it' from the line "The one the city needs to board it up?"

Although not the happiest of themes, I really did enjoy the read

Great job!