The Kids

Murder in my hometown;
kids with knives, sticking 
each other and themselves. 

The cruelty:
easy to overlook 
with no life experience. 
Kids with no sense,
no direction except
the tales told. 

Nobody told them 
it's supposed to be art. 

Murder in my hometown, 
the kids can never be free. 
Sticking each other,
David, Pauly and me. 
Posted by Izzy Hebb