The Badlands Poem by Paul Warren

Miles and miles of misery
I've been to the Badlands as far as you can see
For there is no hope only restlessness
An area where they do what they don't confess

Children running around to the small hours
To drag themselves out takes all of their powers
And it's not sunshine and happiness in the streets
Only drugs and crime a dance macabre so complete

Between the Badlands and the golden mile
Is the thin blue line in the streets no denial
And these lands remain in decadence and decay
Whilst the poison oozes never going away.

© Paul Warren Poetry