Horrors From The Streets

Horrors everywhere I look. Shots rang out around the block and we wonder who is it this time? Who will we dress in black for to say our final Goodbyes?  
Who will lay in blood stained streets when the shots grow quiet?
Yellow tape lined the gutter ways from times past and more was sure to compile.

Horrors as far as the eye can see, Children stripped away from home, mama cared more for bottles and snorting coke,
Sad to see them tremble as they walk to cars awaiting on the streets, poor things were skin and bones.
And we wonder what would have come of them, had they not caught someone's attention, would they have been just 3 more starving children starved victims of the streets?

Horrors are what the eyes behold.
Thugs await the street corners searching for easy prey.
Old lady walks slowly with cane in hand their way.
Never did she have a chance of getting away once they gave chase.
They found her in the alleyway, no identity card or purse.
All they found was the brittle remains of another unknown soul.
And we watch on and wonder did she have a name?
She was just another victim, another number lost on these blood stained streets.

Horrors, the streets our homes rested on, no short of hell,
In every shadow, alleyway it seemed another demon would await.
Gained many,
But most....
Became another soul fell prey to the horrors of the streets.