onto the lonely streets

the yellow school bus
excreted a million children
onto the lonely streets
as the salesman turned the corner

the nostalgic ice cream truck
plays beethoven
from 8 bit stereo system
as mind drifts to childhood,
video games and dairy desserts

the lonely streets
are full of thieves and beggars,
the children roam to their homes -
the town is full of broken streets,
broken homes
(someone stole the neighbour’s fence)


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Written on 2014-03-14 at 04:10

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A stark view at life today. It makes me sad to think how safe I felt in my street coming out of school. It's a poor legacy we have left our children. Beautiful, touching poem.

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ngaio Beck
Interesting;and dark