Grey street corner <br />A frozen room <br />Lonely bed <br />A dying moon <br /> <br />Litter swept streets <br />And templed stars <br />Blurred rising sun <br />Hits burnt out cars. <br /> <br />Hate scrawled text <br />On bricked in walls <br />From cancered branch <br />A last leaf falls <br /> <br />The knife drawn streets <br />Barred with shops, <br />The downward wound <br />That never stops. <br /> <br />A Frostbitten tree <br />A pock marked road. <br />First morning truck <br />With a heavy load. <br /> <br />Gun ruled streets <br />Of bricks and knives <br />Discarded dreams <br />And shattered lives. <br /> <br />A world of pain <br />A world of snow <br />Nowhere to leave <br />No place to go <br /> <br />With no hope <br />To a world forlorn <br />No route to life <br />A child is born<br /><br />sal carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-hope-to-life/
