Violence Virus, Not Welcome Poem by John Sensele

Tip tap! Sing raindrops
Beating the concrete floor
On which precariously my crops
Suck moistureat the broken door
I can't repair
Cos cash from my pocket fears
To reside in case poverty paints tears
I've shed
Sorrows I've bled
No mighty man to lend a helping hand
When my mouth mumbles truth they can't stand
Pointing out corners they cut
While my emaciated butt
Hurts
Blurts
Verity I treasure
Despite the displeasure
I incur
From the venom and violence that occur
In the wasteland now so desolate
With millions they insulate
Into the poverty papyrus
Proclaiming ‘Welcome, violence virus'.