As you hear the screams of a someone being held down and penetrated over and over.
Walk away child ,life ain't pretty.
As you come across the street to drugs exchanges and used needles.
Walk away child ,life ain't pretty.
As you walk through the blood stricken schools, clubs and churches.
Walk away child, life ain't pretty.
As you see a hand raised and its victim beaten black and blue .
Walk away child , life ain't pretty.
As you watched the prostitutes and hookers with their pimps sit on the corner.
Walk away child ,life ain't pretty.
As you hear the silent screams of the depressed and mentally ill .
Walk away child , life ain't pretty.
As a gun ,rope or knife draws blood and death.
Walk away child , life ain't pretty.
As you watch the riots and protests for equal rights and justice.
Walk away child, life ain't pretty.
As you walk through life turn your head and walk away remembering life ain't pretty.
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Author:
wolf10 (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2017 11:05
- Comment from author about the poem: We are so condition to walk away and turn our heads to whats going on in this world .
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I expected the finale to be 'when this that or the other happens to u child - dont look at me - cos you're no longer pretty'... or something similar.
No , I didn't want to take that route . I wanted the focus from beginning to end on the life situations that we turn away from .
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