Ghetto Warfare :: bgueh :: Original Poetry

Ghetto Warfare
GHETTO WARFARE

Beautiful warm summer days,

Hearts are filled with childish ways,

Life as we know it is sweet,

Children laugh and play to the summer beat,

The day is waning as the night nears,

Our hearts begin to strangle with bitter fears,

Streets and sidewalks where children were found,

Transform to bloods and crips battlegrounds,

Sounds like firecrackers and m-80s from every way,

But we all know it is not Independence Day,

As the sun awakes from its rest beyond the sea,

Beating the city walls with its gleam,

Remnants of the night are garnished on the walls with red,

Assuring all that another brother is dead.

By Bobby Gueh