Category: Fred Shrum, III

October 24, 1996 by Fred Shrum, III

On By PaulDBrazillIn Blue Collar Noir, Fred Shrum, III, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

There was a riot in the streets and it makes me sick

While we’re proselytizing about unity

We’re burning down our own community

Car lurches forward and shots ring out

Self defense the cops had no doubt

But the citizens did not agree

So they lit the fuse of anarchy

I know that a riot is the language of the unheard

And we have a lot to say tonight

But this type of justice I cannot afford

Helicopters miss no beat

National Guard rolling down my street

Our block turned into an inferno

My brothers fall asleep in their cells

The cops return to their homes

The reporters return to their homes

The politicians return to their homes

Tomorrow morning and policy stands

Neighbors sifting ashes through their hands

This used to be my store

But insurance deductible means I’m here no more

Fred Shrum, III was born near Washington, D.C. and grew up in Florida. He attended the University of South Florida and earned a B.A. in Communication with a minor in Business Administration

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Poetry: Tommy Gun Blues by Fred Shrum, III

On By PaulDBrazillIn Fred Shrum, III, Music, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

Tommy Gun Blues 

I can’t stay in

I can’t get out

My heart is so hard

My tears become drought

Your life is in my hands

But who holds mine

My rivers flow with blood

I am stranded in time

From across the gaping void

The light becomes clear

You realize with a start

There is no time for fear

My life will soon end

It’s a price I must pay

On the road of existence

I turned the wrong way

I will carry my burdens

Like a head in a noose

Just cannot shake

These Tommy Gun Blues

Bio: Fred Shrum, III was born near Washington, D.C. and grew up in Florida. He attended the University of South Florida and earned a B.A. in Communication with a minor in Business Administration. Previous works have been published in Suspense Magazine and Crime Magazine.

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