I’m living in a ghost town;
All my dreams are upside down,
Smiles are frowns, friends act like clowns.
And it’s only because
My brain’s in fuzz,
I can’t hear the buzz
Of all the trees;
But I feel the breeze.
It’s like everything ceases
To exist; quiet as a cemetery,
Let me take this opportunity
To stand up to society;
But no one answers back,
So I’ll run this track.
You better watch your back,
‘Cuz I’m living in a ghost town,
That’s how I get down,
Slide, glide, drive around
This city,
It ‘aint’ pretty,
So I pity
The faces which float pass
Under that hidden mask,
Filled with scars from the past.
No one sees me;
Frees me; it beats me;
So, please be
More understanding
And comprehending,
When dreams are mending
Each other.
They don’t even bother
To stutter,
When friends in battle fall.
It’s like all
Voices stall.
‘Cuz I’m living in a ghost town.
Victims from the ground,
Their screams echoing all around;
Yet no one sees the tears,
Hears the fears,
Feels the pain of their peers,
As more of their friends die.
Families cry,
Citizens fly,
Away from this country,
To another county,
Where there is plenty.
And we are left with
A death wish;
An empty dish
Of creativity,
And society
No longer cares about the nativity.
It’s not my imagination;
Its discrimination;
Look at the condition
Of houses,
Buses,
And Spouses,
Is this what we want?
A flashy store front,
While bosses pull stunts
On humanity. Despise them,
Abuse them,
And use them
To do evil, give hugs,
Then sell drugs.
Should I blog
About the corruption
In this nation,
Or the condition
Of our schools?
No rules,
Kids choose
To neglect education;
No motivation,
To better their situation.
But run
To pick up guns
With tons
Of ammunition, no respect.
Then they choose to neglect
The opposite sex,
And gravitate
To humiliate
And degenerate
To the unthinkable,
Making grossness plausible.
You’d think such was impossible.
I don’t understand;
What’s going on in this land?
Not a man to stand
Up for morality;
We praise individuality,
And embrace animosity.
This can’t be real.
What’s the deal?
I can’t digest this meal.
I must be living in a ghost town.
Everything is upside down.
Yeah . . . I’m living in a ghost town!
an excellent piece of work
great work. i really feel the poem
I FEEL THE BEAT AND FLOW…
THE WAY THE STORY IS LAID OUT TO SHOW.
HOW OUR DOMINICA HAS LOST ITS GLOW.
LIKE A FALLING FLAKE ON WINTERS SNOW…
JUST BRILLIANT! MAGNIFICO….
i think this was an excellent piece perfectly describing Dominica’s situation….good job Mr. Challenger
Nice work mr challenger. I’m impressed.
Great poem Joel. Truely reflects whats goin on in our socielty.. keep it up
Great poem Joel, the verses are true reflections of what’s going down in our society…
Mr. Challenger!!!
A beautiful piece of writing which touches society far and wide. Splendid expression of innermost meditation.
Wow, mr. Challenger, this is a great piece!! You pulled this off, no matter what they say. They don’t get it just cause they haven’t heard it as yet. I hope you’ll record it so they can understand the rhythm and the tone.
It’s great if only we have some more people to write poems or even songs about these types of things I can tell yousay we could at least say that we have a good amount of people who see what’s wrong and write.Maybe we could knock some more sense into some of our disrespectful and unmanerly young people. Anyway one love,good job and keep it up.That was sooooooooo gooood.
is this the teacher from the state college?
It would be interesting to hear how the poet “runs this track”
SOOOO TRUEEEEEEEEE
LOL that’s a good one
Another great poem from you Mr Challenger
“I’ll run this track…I’m living in a ghost town”
Ikr…I like it
This poem is a revelation of the signs of the time in this island nation of Dominica!
This could have been much
better if it did not
try to say too much such
that it seems repititious
you mean repetitive, dont you? hats off to joel, great effort… your writing will get better with time… just keep writing
No, I meant repetitious.. sounds similar but with a bit of a different meaning. Just so you know though .. my critique was not meant to demean but rather to give my objective opinion of the piece .. maybe so that next time the author will pay attention to that aspect of his writing.
This is how he chose to express himself -you don’t need to correct anything.
Repitious means -full of repetition -unecessary and tedicious repetition. Maybe you should consider changing your name from citizen kane to citizen pain -it just seems to sound a whole lot better.-just my objective opinion