Save our Sons

There is a place in the neighborhood where the police don't travel, where many crimes are whispered in the night. You can hear the rambling sounds of door slams and locks turning at the first hint of darkness.

The sirens are non-existent as the sounds of loud banter and profanity heightened the streets as a loud party which goes along for hours.

This is place where amny of our sons travel. This is a place filled with drugs and alcohol, and where many lost dreams and childhood are stolen for a few dollars. There is a place of loneliness and despair. It is also a place of blood shed and a destiny ahead which kills, and sooner or later, you will be like them.

Encourage those who are in the streets. Save our sons to fulfill their destiny!