POEM: The crisis

People killing each other like its a daily chore
Mothers killing babies …there is no sense of family anymore
Kids copy and imitate everything they see
A rapper a gangster that’s what they want to be
The media ..the radio or tv is partly to blame
Well they are both one in the same
Exposing our kids to all levels of sexuality,
profanity,violence and all kinds of drama
Now even  the kids of the kids
are at odds with each other

I said the kids of the kids cause teenage pregnancy is on the rise
They ignore the dangers of unprotected sex wish they would open up their eyes
so much people dying around the world like flies
Drugs and guns is taking center stage
Violence and rape is on a rampage
Children no longer respect thoese who are older
Foul language they use and turn a cold shoulder
Mothers allowing men to strip their kids of their pride
And behind the love for their men they always hide
Father abusing their own sons and daughters
When they should be their protectors

At some party there is always a fight
A fight ?…no not a fight anymore
Don’t go to close …I think its a war
There is some kind of gang in every town
don’t go there on your own
Because like the kids say its going down
I remember when we could walk the streets at night
Now even the flicker of a light gives us a fright
There is always some robbery taking place
Men and even kids at your door with mask on their face
Young men …young women always caught up in a case
Bringing Dominica and Dominicans down to waste