An Old Mans Eyes. Poem by jo black

The centre of town in the hours of night,
Lads strutting round in T-shirt's too tight,
Girls walking round in clothes that aren't right,
Parading round peacocks without flight.

The centre of town when sky is dark,
A powder keg of explosive awaiting a spark,
A bomb ready to go at the smallest thing,
The explosion so loud would make ears ring.

The centre of town no stars in the sky,
I'm afraid for humanity they don't see why,
Why there's no care, no kindness nor smile,
Just nasty stares at through eyes with vile.

The centre of town when the club doors are open,
Society is doomed to moves on only broken,
What the hell are we to do,
The souls easy to see through,
They're personalities shallow, deep as a puddle,
Please Lord help the world needs a cuddle.