The surburban ghetto

Poetry Corner …..

Down in the suburbs.
Where life breeds contempt.
Poverty is existence.
Angry minds know not of repent.

In the day, bustling.
People rushing everywhere.
At night the City lifts.
Behind twitching curtains they stare.

Like bonfire night.
Sparks and bangs, glow tonight.
Voices of angry young men.
Put up fists to fight.

The finale, a gunshot.
A quick blow to the head.
Another night in suburban   battlefield.
Another brother is dead

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