Victims of the system

Gunshots shatter this cool night
another light shot out, lost the fight
the calm smashed like a dropped glass
as the sirens blare, blasting out en masse

Victims of the system
when no one listens, a blade often glistens
when there is no hope, no money, no futures
any shock that our country is flowing into the sewers?

A tattered state, a bloodstained shirt
the poor always the first to lose the fight, so much hurt
crime the only way, to get a pay day, until it stops dead
and we end with another life lost, tears shed

Will we learn our lessons?
give the young a chance, hear their message, beat the depression
let them live with dreams, to be worthy, a life to be lived
rather than the screams for mercy, of the deprived

Thanks for reading.

Peace and love.

Kyle.