Poem: Crying For Help

The streets are littered with so many teenage pregnanciesAlong with many other dangers and obscenitiesKnives and guns carried for prideCars not owned, just used while on a joyrideLives filled with dramaPolice head to foot in armourThe people you hang with is a statementFlowers and crying eyes a constant reminder of the bereavementPouring into the street day after dayA society crying for helpInstead sent into a shock everydayAs another town is on its own

Stacey xo