a small town in the u.s.a.
once bustling, growing, producing,
lots of jobs offering good pay.
one by one, the factories moved away.
poverty, it seems, is here to stay.
drugs and the peddlers come out at night.
they hang out on street corners, in plain sight.
with no other way
the rent to pay,
sell drugs at night
and hide throughout the day.
a lone gun shot rang out.
his body was left behind
like he never even mattered.
a mother’s son, another casualty,
another victim of crime.
only one hit today,
but how many the next time?