"Holler"

Can you hear the voices of the young people shouting out? Yelling, screaming "where is my way out?" In these, the days of no time, there is not a lot for them to do so they turn to crime....

Making games of terror and strife, hurts upon hurt with the grand prize of taking a life....

It is sad to see the state we are in, when life so precious has been ended before having time to begin....

These young lives being thrown away, with the final question "what is the cost today"....

The voices are getting louder, hear them begin to roar....

These voices filled with rage bringing saddened mothers to the floor in pain....

Another daughter lost to the street another son trapped in crime, all this the loss of the beautiful mind....

The pain is deep and the sorrow spreading wider, It is past time to listen to these voices holler...

By
Sabrina Daniels
October 5, 2009

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