The streets are littered with so many teenage pregnancies
Along with many other dangers and obscenities
Knives and guns carried for pride
Cars not owned, just used while on a joyride
Lives filled with drama
Police head to foot in armour
The people you hang with is a statement
Flowers and crying eyes a constant reminder of the bereavement
Pouring into the street day after day
A society crying for help
Instead sent into a shock everyday
As another town is on its own

Stacey xo