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Under the Gun

Amidst the streets and avenues

Where every track and trail

hear children cry and  babies wail

And lead you to a crime or two

 

Many local folk scurry along 

Oblivious to the shades of darkness

The covert meeting and exchange points

In dim light, twilight or even broad daylight

 

Capital of culture or capital of crime?

Is now a line used to describe suburbia 

taken over by a different society in time

It’s problems now lie under the gun

 

All seems to be about territory or manor

Which side of the road or estate you live

What football team or religious banner      

you stand for or support, under the gun

 

Under the gun

Or under the sun?

 

“All this I have seen and applied my mind to every deed that has been done under the sun, wherein a man has exercised authority over another man to his hurt

◄ The Blue World below

Can you hear me Mother? ►

Comments

Big Sal

Fri 8th Dec 2017 23:24

Great poem, very thought provoking in its substance, and an enjoyable read.

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