CRIME IN THE STREETS

Lost boys, from everywhere they come,

Broken homes or maybe messed up inside.

There is no guidance for boys in the neighborhood,

There is no control in the homes, on the loose they roam.

Nothing to keep them on the straight and narrow, no hope,

They wander, between right, and wrong, on the edge .

Crime in the streets is all that these souls understand,

They are doomed until they change their ways, a helping hand.

Keith Garrett