Spoiler Reviews by alpha poet
Drugs breeding, hate walk by the street
with unthinkable minds, scars of the reef.
I see the end, in death of many,
and the rate coming down to twenty.
The flapping of dying lungs
a heavy breath;
A lost memory, is ambition good if you stay unfocused?
Violence hands on crime thoughts,
innocence cannot swim in this pool of blood.
The youth of today mourn unconscious,
like a dead man walking;
in their sleep, forever cannot wake up!
farfromthevillage
TATENDA B. BONGA Zimbabwe
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