Between garage and drive
thrives teenage crime
on the rise, from barrage of
boredom as time seems to
stand still. Freewill decides
pride before a fall,
as cars create wars to fulfill.
Melded metal to childish fingers
as adrenalin lingers on
mischievous lips...blips of society ~
a forgotten age,
upon pages of indecency,
fluttering freely in
rotten responsibilities.
Busted locks of hurried theft
left the garage in scurried silence,
as hot-wired heaven
revs engine and leaves, thieves deciding
that joyriding is "daring to deceive".
100 MPH in someone else's shell,
twisting and turning
through red traffic lights, as
lampposts fly by in laughter-filled sighs,
till it smashes and crashes...
another child dead.
Innocence is lost by
expectation, mere children become
adults in life's situations
and parks remain empty as echoes
resound; our kids like the thrill
of recreation they've found.
Reputation is the key for kids
on the street, taunting to torment
each adult...defeat. Old traditions
are gone, magic's over and done,
as morals and ethics
and manners are deleted.
Handcuffs - an achievement,
each gang's honorable trophy;
bereavement of others - an
every day fight...
we cry for our plight and point
fingers of blame, but the name game
stops here - between you and me.
We've failed our youth in a most
despicable way, ignored their voices
when they had something to say;
created our reality and then
feigned dismay. Now crime is the
jungle gym where our children play.
