Understanding

I know you will lack understanding of what it is I write
Flowers, trees, blue skies, a gentle breeze and beauty made to please
A darker side to living, the opposite of these
The world in which I often dwell
Not written out of make believe, rules by mobocracy
Driven by streets of hypocrisy
Church bells ringing with gods word to tell
Lost to gun fire in the air, a sure sign of living in hell
Children mentored by neighborhoods of despair
Their story of life burning in my mind
No relief till pen is put to paper
I can not explain
My life can only be better
When they achieve the same