Sirens blaring & vehicles loud tooting,
Pistol cracking, another sad shooting,
Tin cans kicked, by Goth-spiked- boot,
Another cockroach crunched underfoot,
Cardboards dragged into doorway´s mouths,
And not even rats, can homeless now rouse,
Strike of midnight, I block reluctant sharp
ears,
But nothing can remove my escaping sad tears.
No comments:
Post a Comment