This place doesn’t feel deserving,

whilst people’s tempers turning,

all this is occurring,

while the streets are burning.

 

Turn around, cry for help,

when all you see is yourself,

all of this is occurring,

while the streets are burning.

 

This place you may fear,

is the place that is right here,

all of this occurring,

while the streets are burning.

 

Try to put out the fire,

Is this really your desire?

Are you really deserving,

while the streets are burning?

 

© This Place 2012

By Kiran Carr-Malcolm