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| Stop the Violence |
Save the children of the street,
Tripping over graves under their feet.
Older people run in fear.
Pendulum of death swings so near.
Tripping over graves under their feet.
Older people run in fear.
Pendulum of death swings so near.
Terrifying games are being played.
Hour by hour new graves are made.
Echoes of cries that will never fade.
Vivid memories of death and hate.
Ignorant youths challenge their fate.
Oppressed people flailing in vain.
Lads see a future with nothing but pain.
Everyone looking out for number one.
Never believing one day they'll be done.
Cries for help go undaunted.
Electric streets, forever haunted.
© Copyright Nomar Knight 2008. Reprint. All rights reserved.
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Nice poem. Accrostics are so hard to do sometimes and make them sound right.
ReplyDeleteLove how you made the lines makes sense despite being confined with what letter the first word had to begin with. Very passionate and resonate phrasing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jezri and Mary. I appreciate your kind words. :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem! Mad skills!!
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