Neighborhood Fear

Written for:  Poetic Asides #393
Write a pieces poem.

Neighbors knew he carried a piece,
prayed his lease would soon be up.
   all they wanted was a little peace

Bully since childhood, he did not cease,
becoming a gangster–ruthless, corrupt.
   all they wanted was a little peace

Storeowners fell victim to his fleece.
Pay protection or they’d not see sunup.
   all they wanted was a little peace

A sting was arranged by local police;
a shoot-out ensued, bully wound up deceased.
   Finally neighbors got a little peace


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are in the process of returning to New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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One Response to Neighborhood Fear

  1. Jim says:

    This how it goes, Sarah. You told it well. I don’t understand the mentality of people who snub society like this. Their time is metered before their fall.

    Now gone was the nasty guy with the piece
    None from the hood came to his funeral
    They were home enjoying their little piece


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