Shunned places

It is easier to catch your breath

On the top of Mount Everest.

 Then it is to breathe in these shunned places.

Newtown Florida is like a welcome matt

 Compared to Dayton Ohio.

You can feel the corroded metal signs

 On the crumbled desolate cement buildings

 And skyscrapers that displays

An impoverished civilization

 Trying to reconstruct their culture

 Of wellbeing and morals.

But this culture fails to succeed

In reconstructing there morals.

Like a child failing to fix a broken home,

 With little to no success,

 Nearing the end of this child’s innocent life.

You will hear screams in these places, screams of sheer terror.

It’s the screaming of children,

being pried out of their mothers loving arms?

Yes there mothers,

The only thing that brings these kids

 Security and sanctuary.

 These tore down, or half- functional factories spit out dark smoke

 That resembles a child’s smile

 Only more twisted, demented and, distorted. 

 Smell the deep thick scent of marijuana fog

With a hint of ashy cigarette butts

And the lingering essence of malt liquor.

Finally taste this red liquid dripping  

Sometimes pouring down your face.          

Like rain drops trickling down

The side of your window.   

 Taste the red residue on your lips,

(Pause)

What you call blood            (Hand motions)

I call reincarnation.

 All this terrorized aftermath

 Is from the infamous gang beat down.

But until the gang truly accepts you

 Then you will finally feel at peace

 With your once innocent self

 In these shunned places.             (Slow)