summer2011A Poem by porkchops
The shot to the chest was the spark to ignite the flame, the police reaction to the community was not to explain, as an answer couldn't be given for their act of shame. The youth reaction was to scream and shout, with a message to the powers that be, load and clear they said don't you dare forget me.
Some just saw the rabble, the smash and burn, they call it street crime, but the streets are the crime, with shops a blazen with the unattainable dream, a reminder of your place in the echalon of society.
The dank and dark spreads mold to fester the wall of my soul, I see a jutification to blaze the blazen with the reality fire, one that is real for the majority, a message to the privilaged that says "yes! you should fear me" © 2012 porkchopsAuthor's Note
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Added on August 29, 2012 Last Updated on August 29, 2012 AuthorporkchopsTelford, Shropshire, United KingdomAboutI am a male and at present live in the U.K. I have not had a great education and have suffered with dyslexia all my life. I have been reluctant to share with others what I write for fear of my awful g.. more..Writing
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