Bullets And Ferris Wheels

They said there was a murder on the street
Where festival dances and carousel meet
A child shot on the head and feet
Those wounds, that death and defeat

How many lives they have taken?
How many innocence been shaken?
Those dreams of Ferris wheels are broken
Sharp bullets killed unheard spoken

I know a man who does not have tomorrow
He lives in dungeons and sleeps in sorrow
I saw poverty in furrow
My eyes perceive a life so narrow

written on July 27, 2011

Singapore

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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