Streets of Fire

Beaten to the core
bruises aching
blood dripping
and more.

Streets of fire
sealing their flame
to those so much more
less fortunate.

Cruelty of it all
as the old man saw
exactly what was happening.

No tears flowing
for there wasn’t any left
no future worth knowing
for everything was now bereft.

An aching thud within the hearts
of those living there now
an aching for they know no love
within their valley of despair.

© Jocelyn Peucker, 1994-2012

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