Wasted Youth

There blood caked there
on the heartless concrete of these alluring cities.
The blood of the ambitious teenagers,
lost in the prodigal ways of city living.
These labyrinths of drugs
and young voluptuous prostitutes.
These alleys of double crossing pimps
and eager assassins.

Youngster who scorned the dull village peace,
for the neon lit nights of town life.
Then they`d lost their minds,
as the city realities wrecked their hopes.
And the stage lights at the night club centres
seduced their innocent senses.

Oh the special vibes sessions
and the euphoria of the pop concerts.
But now see their corpses
along the city lanes.
Their fingers stiffly clutching
at the paved sidewalks
like talons of death.

There now they lie.
Knocked out by the fast thrills
of city living.