The Lost Boy Poem by Martin Arriola

The violence never ends.
The gun shots ring out from dusk till dawn.
Everyone has abandoned this city.
Its ran by ghost who souls have no hope.

Yet he stays.
While everyone ran he stayed.
No one knew his name or where he was from.
This boy knew no evil.

Hatred isn't born the says.
For he had his innocence.
The lost souls left him alone.
For the boy did want harm he just wanted to play with people like him.