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rings in the ear
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Hyacinth garden
up from school, with a vibe, have a sip of beer
never knowing when the end is near
in shirtsleeves in the open air
school yard hot fun night, it ain’t fair
on the mean streets of Newark
time stands still and it hits a mark
intimidation and fear but your smart you stay clear
when your number is up a gunshot rings in the ear
somehow, you came up against the crossfire
where drug trades and gangs fuel the fire
found her with a knife wound to her head
three more young people dead
So sad and absolutely irridescent of what is happening everywhere we are having so many stabbings, gun fights here in the UK now, another son lost to the futility of man...thank you for such a powerful insight into a difficult topic.
Gabby
Thankyou for commenting on my poem also, I felt washed in light by the things you said :-) You were my sunshine today :-)