Illusions…
Emptiness of the night.
Lust in bare hallways…
Passion in a back seat of a car…
Hatred among two lovers.
Love between blacks and whites…
Chivalry between pimps on the street.
Trust in the common junky looking to score.
Street life, the key to success…
Illusions fade away…
Stop,
look around to see what can be…
A gun goes off…
Breaking the silence and darkness of the night.
A bullet strikes her fatally…
Never to see…
The end of night…
Going on as long as she could…
The life blood draining as she fights on
Illusions…
Dreams of emptiness…
Crowds of people…
Thriving on the spilt blood…
Not caring a damn…
For this child just seventeen…
Blood and death…
Nourishing the crowds…
Excitement in their heads…
Illusions…
Will it ever end?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem