Born to a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to Except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights we live in fear wondering when it will come this isn't a dream or fairy-tale Fighting for a crumb. Children nearly as young as five carrying weapons to kill no teachers to teach them civility craving for blood to spill. Parents in jail or not around no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion it appears Whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? No one seems to know or care just statistics to quote in the news As hatred grows in every child. Fighting off physical abuse. Safe in our own little domain forgetting reality in the streets Carnage and disdain every day. You don't get a tab or receipt. Today's youth, neglected each day brushed under the carpet "oh well" never having a say in this life Just living a nightmare in hell.
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This poem captures a hard truth. Often the parents or single parent must work for the family to survive, and there is no available extended family to help. After-school programs IMO are a great help in situations like this and worth the tax dollars spent on them.
Yes Mary, and often the young are forgotten about and never get a say, thank you for your wonderful comment xx