This place used to be full of activity.
Family gatherings all through the week.
Streets full of children playing their games.
Cheering laughter filled the air.
The downward spiral of life
happened so slow here
in this old, rotting place
of the homes that are falling
one by one into the ground.
It was not an industry
that collapsed this place.
It was decades of loneliness
that cracked the sidewalks.
The strong pillars crumbled,
people and families moved
and the homes were too big,
expensive to find new owners.
Weeds overtook the lawns
and grew over the regal look.
Fresh, vibrant paint
frayed, peeled away with age.
Wood split all along
the sides that were there to protect.
Leaving the homes open to all.
Animals crawling in the night
have overtaken the avenue,
making the once prestigious
a shelter for the beaten.
The generations before,
that built and lived here,
must now be crying spirits.
Seeing what they built
falling more and more each year.
Waterloo Avenue crumbling
into a beaten land
to know one's fault but their own.
August 14, 2017
© Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2017
In a state of holy prayer
a church mass exploded with fire.
A Suicide bomber takes away their night.
Shattered remains all taken
from the sanctuary in Alexandria,
heard all across the Egyptian sky.
The terrorist created a river of blood
that they screamed was owed and deserved.
Time has taken away too many
by the masked bullies on this night.
Let us all rise and take it all back
and make it all ours and peaceful again.
In a Turkish cafe, visitors enjoying a day break
not knowing that two amongst them
had plans with a gun and their lives.
People from all over the world
never to see families or home again
due to the gun-firing cowards.
The assault rifles two men
want to lay claim to the innocent
for reasons only they truly know.
Let us rise against the violence
in the center of our lives
where bravery begins with living.
Chinese kindergarten, lined with our future,
blasted into the sky .
No one knew if it was an accident
or triggered by the hand of hate.
The world around us is blowing up
into the darkness of the night.
The monsters are taking it bit by bit
without a true blown fight.
It is time we marched
with all of our unified spirit
where kindness brings comfort.
It is time we took it all back
with screams of passion
and no more fear, let us all rise.
September 13, 2017
© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2017