Streets of War

I grow saddened,
our streets
have begun
to flow
with blood

our offspring
run wild,
animals they
prowl the streets
prey on the weak

king hits
and glassings,
blood forks
and the rivers
run ever deeper

police
overwhelmed
medics
understaffed
trying to stem
the flow of death,
rapes
bashings
shootings
murders

our children
are dying
our streets
show signs
of war

and still, we sit
and do nothing

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Beyond the Black Stump..Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda, P.K.Page, W.H.Auden, to many and various to include them all ...

Comments

Seren

12 years 7 months ago

Thanks Lonnie

I am glad you liked this one, its an ever increasing problem here in australia our young people go out get blotto and end up in fights killing each other its a sad state of affairs

love JC xxx

Race_9togo

12 years 7 months ago

Hi Jayne

The Short clipped lines make this very powerful, and there's a dense of despair here that shines dark to me.
Good stuff, no criticism.

Seren

12 years 7 months ago

Thanks Jim

As I just said its a sad state of affairs but its a truth for many countries glad you got time to read this one, still havent finished this one still have to play round with it some

with love JC xxx