So many tales of wasted youth.
Kids who have taken a dead end road towards their future.
So many tales of drug fueled nights.
Their minds wasted in a cloud of smoke.
The senseless gang wars over territory and simply just a color.
So much wasted education.
Thrown away just to stand on a street corner.
Children destroying themselves,
just another tale of our harsh reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem