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In August when the days are hot,
nights are cool, men are shot;
fooling with another's wife
too many men cut with knife.

Walk a street some evening
time is late and no one's there
even moonlight stays away
even stars no longer stare

no one sees what happens then
when night is finally here
darkness is, to good, no friend.
it brings us instant fear

something there is lurking closely
waiting for a passerby
something soon will happen then
someone, much too soon will die

it happens often in the city
people read it in the papers
glancing from their eyes with pity
into windows of their neighbors

could it be the one next door
the lady living down the hall
probably someone's second cousin
murder sometime visits all

we blame it on the homeless ones
no friends or family here
they  must have surely come undone
they always seemed a little queer

when day restores the light
we clearly see so well
all memories are gone of fright
the visions lost, of waiting hell

but lately hatred is emerging
night to day in bright lit sun
dark to daytime crime is merging
murder now is just for fun

feelings so transparent
no more secrets, no more lies
daily, lives go errant and
another sadly dies

justice constant breaking down
people fear our law's abuse
order is to chaos thrown
there seems no more excuse

what to do when all else fail
just grab a loaded gun
join the crowd and fear no jail
give in, amuck to run

more victims than the victimless
more criminals than caring friend
a country that's a holy mess
soon headed for its end

pray all neighbors learn to love
pray to mend all broken hearts
don't wait for saving from above
it is with us that healing starts

we are the ones
for whom we pray and wait
we are the ones
whose futures we create

we are the ones
to fix us at our core
we are the God
that we've been waiting for.
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