Crime - Poem by Mildred Haith
The crime scene has worsened
From year to year
Isn't it shameful we should live in fear
Of muggers, hoodlums, murderers and such
Depriving us a life style we cherish so much
Of love for each person, together we stand
Willing and ready to give a helping hand.
Why oh Why? Why is the reason?
Could it be too much television.
We should be mindful, of the road that we trod
Forgetting all else draw closer to God.
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