Ghetto

 

Complete chaos

 

Spring is in the air

 

The gangs are out tonight

 

You can hear the sirens

 

Of the cop cars in the distance

 

The sound of a gun being shot

 

Kids running in every direction

 

Cutting through my yard

 

Jumping my fence

 

Complete chaos

 

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Reviews

[:He.Watched.The.Sky:]

This was good.You really created a good mental
picture in my head.Very good.

[Song of Mercy]

I thought the shape was an unopened flower that suggested hope for relocation from the getto of living or renewal from the getto of the mind. Thanks for sharing, Barb

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

That is not a welcome sound of spring! Where I grew up, I also remember the sounds of the sirens. You would wait to hear how close they would be coming in your direction. Then I would stop and think how many of my brothers or sisters were home and would only relax when we were all accounted for!

I like the way the poem looks like a black balloon ready to take right off.

Good work

Kath