Danger Streets and Schools!

As I look out my window,
into the streets of danger.

I see the children at play,
but little do they know.
Their lives can end,
while they run around at play.

As we rise in the mornings,
and send our children to school.

We never realize it but at the end,
of a school day.
our children could be dead,
by a angry child.
who has a handgun in his hand

poem by Sharon Jones
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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