drug infested street
but these kids must eat
but this is not who they were meant to be
product of circumstances
not enough chances
no playground for us
maybe an abandoned bus
needles on the floor
we deserve more
for sure
but politicians get money when we go to jail
then the system makes money when we post bail
police take the drugs and make sales
while more and more
go through the revolving door
in and out the system
look at what we created for our children
this is not living
its surviving
we can do so much more
i am sure
but greed and money
have made life no longer funny
no smiles
not even on a child
hard life is seen everywhere
and the kids do not care
they only want to make it out of here
and continue life
sounds about right
but will they survive the night
be careful on ur all night flight
just rtying to see morning light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem