Something's Happening
The title of the song, sung by multi-crowned local Calypso King Red Plastic Bag, though it was not about the subject of my poem here, still brought my attention to this fictitious incident which seems eminent, given the up scale crime in the City of Bridgetown.
None of us wants to see such unnecessary carnage but we must be wary of its possibility. What do we do to prepare ourselves for this , or should we fight harder to prevent it.
None of us wants to see such unnecessary carnage but we must be wary of its possibility. What do we do to prepare ourselves for this , or should we fight harder to prevent it.
| Something’s Happening So many people in the street One thing controlling their feet Mass chaos is in the air Exploding our atmosphere There are adults and children too How many people, no one knew I see trampling as the people scurry Nobody is stopping to worry Getting away is first on their mind ‘cause staying seems to threatens mankind Soon above the noise, a loud burst Hurrying got more but not without some screams first And then suddenly People, we could see Panicking, shouting, “Gun!” It was gun shots Eagerly, some people with little red spots Not hurt, but splashed with blood spray It was a dark, brutal day Nothing like this has ever happened before Gunshots tormented the city just at a quarter past four |
well done, you have wrote this in a very clever way, i enjoyed reading it!
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