They pose, like crudely painted Barbie dolls
Twilight is a silent cue
The street becomes a tainted shopping mall
That broad daylight hides from view
Hell begins for some before death’s kind grace
Hope, a wretched mockery
Here crawls the lowest form of human race
Hate feeding lust’s misery
Evil steals the child’s right to innocence
Eyes mirror desperate need
Employers trade young lives for petty cents
Enslaved to dead gods of greed
Veiled propriety rises with the dawn
Visage feigns blind ignorance
Violence wears a suit and carries on
Victims seek cocaine deliverance
© Janet Martin
Poetic Blooming asks us to write a Trolaan.
Starting with the second stanza you use the second letter of the first line of the first stanza to write the second; each line beginning with that letter.
On the third stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the second stanza and write the third each line beginning with that letter.
On the fourth stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the third stanza and write the fourth each line beginning with that letter.
Why this subject?...it exists...under our noses!
My daughters helped a street mission one week-end. Their horror stories are unforgettable. This is one that happens every night. As our youth were introduced to the streets the mission-worker told them what is about to transpire under the cover of darkness.