The street killed the future
We live in the street
With street gangs
They roar like a lion and swallow prides in the den
In the street freedom are given
Our parents shut their eyes on us
We are exposed to crime and alcohol
We are left to die, begging to be saved by our loved ones
The street own you, only the strongest survive the bullet and abortion
The lay man dies and get forgotten, the street remains with the gangs.
©Moses chukwuemeka
With street gangs
They roar like a lion and swallow prides in the den
In the street freedom are given
Our parents shut their eyes on us
We are exposed to crime and alcohol
We are left to die, begging to be saved by our loved ones
The street own you, only the strongest survive the bullet and abortion
The lay man dies and get forgotten, the street remains with the gangs.
©Moses chukwuemeka
This Poems Story
In the street the boy and girl child suffer parental irresponsibility and it leads them crime out of depression
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