
Spruce Street
~Spruce Street~
Loud and noisy
Neighbors talk and arguing
A playground two blocks down the street
The scorching fire of the summer heat
Dismannered teens
Runs on people property
Cursin', screamin'. hollerin'
Throughout the whole street it's botherin'
Children's laughter fills the air
But guns blows a dying blair
Street gangs
Fine blangs
Felling a need for protection
Like a bird without perfection
Vengence takes place around the corner
People want justice for law and order
Snitches get stitches
In a line of a crowd
Follows violence
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world