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Gun Shots
Sudden as thunder they crack in the night, the boys in the lane leap over fences, bottles crashing into stone walls, and bullets whistle with echoing sound. Political war, Tribal war, Gang war. The boys fight with one another for the release of "the Don" they rampage in the little town, and round up all the informers. Night comes alive, doors open wide, then suddenly, "Lord, someone shot Sammi Joe!" Lights bang! and everyone rushes to look at the innocent one lying peacefully in her pool of blood. "Sammi Joe is dead!" Her frightened mother yells. Gunshots cracking in the night, smashing glass, and chiseling walls, the burning night heat, people scatter in the street. Mr. Crow pisses his pants when the boys spot him as the informer Dragged in the streets, Crow's face flushed with the wall, bullets puncture his head. Further down the road, the innocents grip tightly to their beds, trembling, wondering who will be next. Bullets dances around the walls, wailing heightens, The massacre begins. Blood washes the street, dead bodies blocking the gate of the little town. ©2013 Christine Phillips
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