Hooded in the shadows
the ghosts of the underground linger
exhaling breaths of malevolence
disillusionment manifest in abundance

alienated by society
hands thrust deep in pockets shoulders hunched
blade grasper cashpoint observer
subject to government studies
debated prime-time by fuddy-duddies

shocking behavior by the youth of today
in my childhood merry we would play
we never heard of drugs and knives and gays

I blame the parents
he blames the schooling
she blames the television

but they don’t watch it cos it’s shyte
and they don’t attend cos it’s boring
and they don’t listen to them cos they’re past it

it’s not safe on the streets no more
look over my shoulder while I lock the doors
these kids are a species that don’t recognize no law
a product of mine and yours


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