It were as if a storm
had blown away all the happiness,
killings every night
Screaming young kids
with so much fear storming their tears
It was the empty street
that had no love,
crime the valuable fashion for life,
you would bet the world has end
But no it was street full death in blood
I do not think that this kind of street exists anywhere, because humanity is our inborn character and even if we live in the utmost poverty stricken and crime prone areas, there are a few kind souls that we can find there..
The inner and outer manifestations of hatred and crime. Very poignant!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a heart with no love............or caress.........a street full of death...............