Injustice Of The Streets Poem by Jason Summers

What does violence influence?
Sure as hell doesn't resolve much.
Killings, abuse, and murder,
We've got to look at the problem further.
Kids aren't born to kill,
It's more against their own will.
Anymore it's a 'survival of the fittest'
But who's fit to survive in a world like this.
Let me count it out, a gun for you, a gun for me.
Take ten steps, pull the trigger, set yourself free.
Some people cannot understand the ghetto or the hood,
Looking into the eyes of fear a young boy stood.
A trembling hand, a steel cold gun
Nowhere to hide, a fugitive on the run.
Police sirens rang out loud,
All he could do is run, scream, and shout.
'FREEZE! Put your hands up and dropp the gun.'
But he couldn't change what he had already done.
He dropped to his knees, clasped the gun in both hands.
The officers knew this was his last stand.
He peered down the barrel with a prayer in his head,
'Lord please forgive me, ' were the words that he said.
A blast from the gun...then he was dead.