Ending The Year Poem by Ima Ryma

The end of twenty twenty two,
Fireworks over Chicago town.
Safe from my high window I do
Watch a drive by shooting go down.
Other people are on the scene,
And I don't plan to get involved,
Which to the cynic me would mean
Part of a case that won't be solved.
Thousands were victims this past year
Of gun violence in this city.
New record set it would appear,
Change for the worse, that's the pity.

I safely watch the scene and think
Bring New Year in, one more stiff drink.