Poem on Crime?

Question

Who can write the best Poem on Crime?

Answer 1

this is not my poem but its a great poem about a man that sounds like he was in a gang

I was trapped by the invisible walls of my fate,
Tricked by the idea that I could not escape,
Chained up in a ghetto where my father died,
Fooled into thinking I would never go outside.
Imprisoned by my friends who knew nothing but war,
Shackled to everything that had gone on before.
I would always be here in this dead end life of mine,
My heart turned back by a city limit sign.

Yet,
and yet I now see a way out of my concrete jail,
A new way to soften a heart that's grown stale.
No longer curse in this place for the wealth,
No longer fighting with man or myself.
I understand now what it takes to get real.
If you wanna stand up, you have to learn how to kneel.

I surrender.
My weapons are down at my feet.
'Cause we'll never have freedom
When there's blood on the street.

Answer 2

the line shuffled sluggish, all adrift of their cares. A boy with mismatched clothing and grimy face flew Scuba Steve above his extensive brown eyes. A violent jerk on his arm from the monster. “end fidgeting” growled the beast. NO!… I snapped…I grew to become Scuba Steve. Beating it’s ugliness with each and each syllable “HE substitute into only PLAY ING YOU STU PID MOTH ER **** ER!!” Then a nudge from at the back of…Sir, Sir “can i assist you?” I on no account moved. i peeked as much as see the monster pulling the boy by utilising the arm brown eyes now teary and solid to the floor. Scuba Steve extra of a hero …than I.

Answer 3

They called it a crime,
they call me,
a criminal.
But you,
would've done the same,
if the moon,
had hit your eye,
like it did to me,
that night.
Now,
I am behind bars.
Now,
my life will never be the same.
But no matter how they try,
how they pry,
I have no regrets.