This was a piece that Mr. Fouquet had us write for an assignment. We had a number of options of what to do, based on this one subject. I am pretty proud of this one considering how difficult is for me to write on command.
Madness in their minds
Causing so much damage
We shrugged off the signs
Now they roam the streets
Hiding guns, drugs and truth
Nothing stops them from committing a repeat
Gang fights killing innocents
Young girls kidnapped and raped
No one could repent
What is there to do?
Crime will be the end of us
Nothing is done to renew
The world that we once knew...
Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.
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