Barrio

by Bill Turner   Oct 3, 2005


We do what we must
In order to survive
In ourselves we trust
In order to stay alive

Moving through shadows
Lost in this hell
No one really knows
Who casts the spell

Life is not really living
Stuck in this place
All they are giving
Constantly in your face

It gets mean in the street
Someone must die
Bodies being beat
Souls drift to the sky

Two ways out of this place
One is a dead end
Body bag over the face
The other requires honor, my friend

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  • 18 years ago

    by Chorro

    Mi gusta sus poem es muy bueno
    -chorro-

    Miro a mis poems tambein grais

  • 19 years ago

    by yaRis

    Wow u really do have a gift for writng ur words are great wow.
    ps; Is weird dat u would call ur poem BARRIO dat being in spanish COOL!...

  • 19 years ago

    by Amanda Bee

    Bill, terrific poem! A very nice picture of life on the street and how rough it can be. Nice job!

  • 19 years ago

    by Lu

    Bill !
    What an amazing job ... So much meaning ... Beautiful work as always .

  • 19 years ago

    by Angie

    Very powerful message within this piece. Wonderful write

    Smiles, Hugs and Love, Angela

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