Darkness is plaguing,
Youth is threatening.
Guns are blazing,
The silence was amazing.
City is a pity
Half of y'all won't make it.
Money is a honey,
The problem is how they make it...
City burns, tear gas,
Silent nights we dream about.
Young boys are older now,
No longer texting but acting,
Pretty girls disgusting...
City is a pity half o' y'all won't make it.
City Of Pity
Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/27/2021
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Poem topics: dream, money, silence, young, honey, tear, problem, silent, pretty, youth, city, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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