Tuesday 3 July 2007

urban mourning 1 [" reposting" this as another child die this week

Urban sunrise a red glow across a concrete land .
The high rise buildings cast shadows long and wide ,
a figure lays bleeding from a knife fight, slumped against a wall.
Someones child aged fourteen, leader of a gang .
Nearby the homeless sleep unaware of the tragedy .
Cries for help never heard.
Police arrive, its now a crime scene ,the homeless move away.
Across the city newsmen rush to the scene reporting the blood stain
ground now drying in the morning sun.
Streets away a child is born to live and breathe the urban disease.
How long before another tragedy beneath an urban sunrise.

3 comments:

Wanda said...

Like reading the newspaper in poem form....So so sad, but you have expressed to with excellence.

fotoface said...

thank you wanda
I'm please to receive your comment.
please come again

Janice Thomson said...

You really hit home with this one Old git with uncomfortable clarity. It's the same world over n'est ce pas?

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