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Poetry By: Graeme Montrose

poem about life in the old tenenments

Submitted:May 16, 2010    Reads: 409    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

Crumbling buildings - broken pipes
Rotting woodwork, dampness, mold
Roaches, beetles, rats and mice
Garbage overflows on all
Drunken parents - swearing kids
Rampant abuse verbal too
Drug addicted single moms
Crime its mesh doth snare
Slash my wrists, cut my arms
Pain a way to clear the mind
Suffering seems a way of life
Stuck in my tenement flat
Old beer cans, mangy dogs
Weeping babies - reefer smoke
Locked within a prison cell
Grief strolls the tenement close
Children play in rubbish tips
Syringes, needles, broken glass
Childhood lost - no one cares
Trapped in tenement halls
Gangs are fighting - razor blades
Race, religion, colour too
Ghettos, prisons, human waste
Forgotten people, sickening stench
Police avoid them - blood it flows
Where is hope - all despair
Weeping in the darkened close
I'm stalked in tenement halls


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