Animals In The Streets

They stay in the woods like owls.

Looking for something to do.

Like when wolves howl.

Crazy animals in the streets running around with heats.

In hoods where murderers are like predators.

And Dangerous dragons with fires blazing.

We wish we could escape on a flying carpet like aladdin.

Ain't no playing games in this life.

This is not madden.

We suppose to focus on our goals of making money not killing.

poem by Anteaus Berryhill
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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