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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Let me tell you my story about my behind bars blues For doing something I shouldn't, now too much to lose It all happened quite a few years ago when I was a boy sixteen Living on the Dublin estates, where you had to be part of the scene Gangs became part of the culture, live here you'll see what I mean Generation after generation, it appears to be in our genes I close my eyes to recall, whilst a shiver runs down my spine As I follow my steps that night, still scared of what I'll find We, me and my gang, readily terrorised our streets Frightened of no one we were, no matter whom we'd meet Then came that Friday night down at the local bar and grill A Rock Band played in the corner, Thin Lizzy, their guitars spill Next thing all hell breaks loose, a rival gang enters en masse No prisoners were taken, no creed, colour or class Amidst the chaotic scenes you could hear the flick of a blade Into flesh that was previously perfect, a member makes his grade Scattered echoes resonate, shouting and cursing extends Screams of fading life bellows, as another knife internally bends Broken glass now glistens in pools of crimson red Dishevelled clothed creatures, lie punctured close to dead Sirens out of nowwhere wail, flashing blues descend Another Friday night downtown, societies current trend I stand in frenzied stare, a redded steel gripped in my hand Me becoming one of many, that a parent had never planned At sixteen years old I have been taken, but I see another day There were three on that fateful night, who never came back to play Liberty was never a word, that ever entered our thoughts Or even the others we inflicked, whom we brought to nought The day I stood in the dock, knowing behind bars blues were near At sixteen years old going inside, it's now my turn to fear * For Miranda's "Behind Bars Blues" contest *
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