Juvenile Delinquency
A child in the gutter, a phantom unseen,
A whisper of havoc where innocence’s been.
A candle extinguished by hands of neglect,
A shadow that dances in glassed disrespect.
The alleys of anguish, the tombs of the lost,
The price of indifference—can we count the cost?
From cradle to chaos, a cycle engrained,
The verdict was written before it was named.
A touch from the void, a lesson unsaid,
A father’s absence, a mother’s dread.
Society’s dagger concealed in its folds,
We fashion the demons then shun what it molds.
A whisper of havoc where innocence’s been.
A candle extinguished by hands of neglect,
A shadow that dances in glassed disrespect.
The alleys of anguish, the tombs of the lost,
The price of indifference—can we count the cost?
From cradle to chaos, a cycle engrained,
The verdict was written before it was named.
A touch from the void, a lesson unsaid,
A father’s absence, a mother’s dread.
Society’s dagger concealed in its folds,
We fashion the demons then shun what it molds.
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Background: This poem critiques the societal neglect that breeds juvenile delinquency. It portrays how abandonment, lack of guidance, and systemic failures push children into crime. The phrase “we fashion the demons then shun what it molds” points to how society condemns the very people it has failed.
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