Inner City Morn Poem by Lamar Cole

Inner City Morn

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He remembered an inner city morn.
When a person couldn't leave the house without a gun.
To live sometimes a person had to run.
Because thugs loved killing for fun.
People had to watch out for the drive-by.
Because if a person wasn't alert, he might die.

Monday, June 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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Rini Shibu 26 June 2018

An interesting poem about thugs

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