TENEMENT FLATS

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
poem about life in the old tenenments

Submitted: May 16, 2010

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TENEMENT FLATS
 
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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