Shadows of Hell

Towering monstrosities that block out the sun

Signs all-around of urban decay

Boarded up windows and broken into doors

Communities shattered having fled to elsewhere


Those that remain are streetwise and tough

Wise to the evil within the shadows all round

Theirs tags are like scent marks upon any spare space

It is by unwritten rules that you live by here


But this is my home, my ghetto, my patch

Where I run with the dogs or fear getting trampled upon

There are no happy families or white picket fences

Only the shadows of Hell caused by social decline


Copyright: authorchrisbrown


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