Right of Passage

commentary about cities plague

The sirens wail declares approach of night.

The illusion of days peace now  dissipates.

Eyes are cast toward the fading light

The role of fear  performs so well rehearsed.

The stewardship of day has passed the torch

Will the night stay true to deadly course?

Brightly burns the flame within young men.

As specters of the streets,they take their stand.

Held as hostages,the small and great.

The lawless ones,have right of passage claimed.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem conveys a gritty scene taken straight from the streets. Since I grew up in the country, my rite of passage was quite different, so it’s interesting to see how most people slug their way into adulthood. I wish it weren’t such a struggle for some, but hopefully they gain character not mortal wounds. Love your realistic & creative writing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Terry L & Linda L Shuff]

thank you Margie. my grand daughter was a city cop for 5 years,she resigned 2 years ago still recovering !

[barleygirl]

I am in complete awe of those who choose law enforcement! I understand why your granddaughter got out fairly soon & now needs to recover!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i can appreciate this considering from where i come...and i lived near and spent much time in Chicago as well...the streets where i live now, they are fairly quiet...i can hear nothing but birds and bugs..
as Margie said, Gritty.

[nicoleyoley781]

Very nice but haunting imagery.

[Terry L & Linda L Shuff]

thank you for your comment, the streets in cities are indeed haunting.

[Madeira]

A wonderful poem, I loved the darkness expressed with the onset of the night, thank you, a great write

[Terry L & Linda L Shuff]

thank you Madeira, i appreciate your thoughts.