Our Youth

by Steph   Nov 7, 2006


Young girl, older man
Life's last moments
Spent on screaming
But never heard another disappearance case gone cold
But not forgotten

Prostitute, incurable thirst
Life's last moments
Making a cheap buck
But never spent
Another incurable thirst quenched, for the moment
But not forgotten

Drug addict, dug
Life's last moments
Overdosing
But not a thrill left
Another blackout and one not wakening from
But not forgotten

Gang member, line of duty
Life's lat moments
With a gun in his hands
And with one at him
Another shot dead on our streets
But not forgotten

Our youth may die
But will not be forgotten

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