Fish and chip supper sat at bus stops.
Teenagers milling around the shops.
Football with a coke can,
doing whatever to pass the time.
Shirt off, walks with a strut,
angry man sits sucking in his beer gut
as the ladies on the bus all grin,
makeup laid on thick to hide their cracked skin.
Police car drive by.
The teens scatter,
into the night they fly
like birds they flutter.
Boarded up,
shutters down.
Bad side of town,
huddled around.
Druggies prowl,
hunting grounds
for night owls.
Knives glisten,
glinting in the moonlight.
A fight under graffiti tagged walls
but no one to hear the cries as the boy falls.
Police car no go,
no drive by in this
windswept backwater end of town,
Blood let.
bright red seeping out,
life fleeting,
gone without a shout.
Affluent townspeople walk by,
cocktails and fancy dress,
High pitched laughter,
hyenas cry,
How they would scoff
On this other side of town
at those on the dingy
streets a mile down.
Trouble kept on the down low,
police keep watch as the happy hoard flow.
Fake smiles,
after a trayful of tequila shots.
On the other side of town, a killer gunshot.
Blots the moon in red.
Police nowhere to be seen.
They stay where the money is clean.
Thanks for reading
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