When The Summer Comes

The aroma of GUN powder every hour fills the air with smoke, enough to make a WEED connoisseur choke.
   

WHEN THE SUMMER COMES.

BLOOD stained concrete lie beneath the soles of my feet.

SIRENS blaring so loud, can hardly hear myself think.

WHEN THE SUMMER COMES.

GHETTO kings and queens, awaken from their long hibernation, to wreak HAVOC and CHAOS throughout the slums of the nation.

Look at the TREPIDATION upon the people faces!

WHEN THE SUMMER COMES.

BODIES dropping like autumn leaves from trees.

Young and old women clinch firm their purses, protecting them from THIEVES.

WHEN THE SUMMER COMES.

Street boxing bouts, the CRIES of a mother who just lost her child SCREAMS and SHOUTS!

Young children wondering WHY their parents wont let them out the house.

WHEN THE SUMMER COMES.