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A street sonnet ...

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Garbage speckles the ground as far as we can see

Trash tossed to the wayside without a second look

Those who know better build their fortune and flee

Those who do not get hooked, then get booked

Lives lost in seconds never given a second chance

Victims to the quicksand of the brick jungle

Steady fighting to survive; defenses enhanced

Circumstances never keeping them humble

Raised by the streets to be savage

No mercy to be had for the weak

Abandoned by parents with habits

Trained to TAKE IT in order to eat

A place where the will to thrive is alive

Is also where dreams get shot up and die