Creation Poem by Phil Panebianco

The world is an inspiration,
for all my creations.
All of the conficts,
they feed my inner instincts.
All of the headlines,
do not follow these signs.
The people that fill these sinful streets,
the criminals and dead beats.
The predators that lurk at night,
provoking fear and fright.
These images stick in our conscience,
afraid to walk our streets at night, for they may find us.
I fear what this world has become,
i know I'm not the only one.