Towns Poem by Roger Pratz

Screaming red lights
Caught in a windows glare
People step aside to let it float by
Wooden beras with chainsaw smiles
Stand thier posts with false vigalence
They don't make a sound
They don't need to
Got a family to buy you a new life
And a twelve year-old princess
But you won't come
It's a branch that cut its self from its own damn tree
And lies dying on the ground
There's nothing left for it
Except to be burried by the years
Your screams arn't reaching anyone
Misery is never silent