Delinquents

Kids in the street

playing their games

Delinquents 

Finghting with the teach

wanting to be in gangs

Delinquents

Just the sight of them

It's very troublesome

Delinquents

the rudeness

the troubles

Delinquents

the terror is unbelievable

the yelling of a friends who was just shot

stabbed

or wores

soon later everyone

Delinquents

This poem is about: 
My country

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