A young boy was shot this week while sitting in his living room in front of his computer, bullets surely not meant for him...
a message from st louis...
I look for comfort
In smiles from strangers
Wandering for miles
Thru streets with no sunshine
In the shadow of buildings
That house only sadness
This is my town, I shout
Without words
My town, I cry
With unshed tears
Why can’t you see what I see
That bullets are shattering her beauty
Her children dying
One at a time
Sitting in their homes
Never dreaming
The time is near, out on the street
Guns and drugs
Send their message
This life is dead, this town is hell
And still I walk
This is my home….
Powerful message Sue, now if people would listen.
Keep writing and bemoaning the condition of your hometown and all of the other large cities that share the same problem.
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Keep writing and bemoaning the condition of your hometown and all of the other large cities that share the same problem.
Continued success-
Barbara J Henry