I thought I was
dreaming when I heard
someone screaming
But then I realised
I wasn't even breathing
I'd been shot in the head
and left for dead
My heart wasn't beating
my life was leaving
my soul was rising
I'd been shot down dead
on a street that wasn't lit
all because I wouldn't join
the gangs on the street
I'd been shot down dead on a street that wasn't lit all because I wouldn't join the gangs on the street yes people look down upon us when we refuse to go along with.........
So awful to think this does actually happen on our streets today, leaving so many people suffering..
There is always a depth of mystery about your poems, yet you are able to articulate everyday events in a most profound and novel way. Great write.
reality of the western countries, where people are allowed to keep the guns for self defense. It happens in those countries where keeping of firearms illegally, may lead to mandatory death sentence..so human factor plays a major role here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
could happen very easily... a sad mark of the times!