Troublesome Youth Poem by joshua langley

Thoughts of anger and suicide there’s nothing on these streets but murder and homicide, rich homes embellished with gold while the poor sleeps out alone in the cold, no one there to lend a helping hand all the others laid buried beneath the sand, so many tears are shed from the gun shots that leave so many body’s laying dead, how can we ever survive the economy’s eating us alive, so much pressure and pain the cops got us locked up with chains, children with no food by violence so easily subdued, minds filled with violence and doubt no one knowing there just wanting a way out.