Dead Streets

I was on these dead streets,
Alongside the cheats,
Yet I walk past and they stare,
Do you think I care?

I'm almost afraid of the dark,
When I can hear loud gunshots in the park.
Police driving up and down the road,
Gangsters pulling out their code.

I dreamed of going home,
I was running, I was in my zone.
But oh, could I forgive them for being in the dome...

By Sabir Ahmed 8b/En2