Dark City
Shots rang out into the night.
Another boy dies in a gang fight.
Why must me destory each other?
Why must we waste a life?
Screams echo off the allay's walls.
A man is stabbed with a sharp knife.
Robbed of his life and money, he falls.
No one hears his screams in the night.
In a dark room a child whimpers.
As the father beats the mother.
Wishing to hide even deeper,
under the warm covers.
When will this maddness end?
The killing, the hate, and all the sins.
In this blood bath no one can win.
Let the love in and the healing begin.
Why dose man have this need to kill?
Do they hunger for pain and blood?
Have all souls lost their heart and will,
for family and friends they can love?
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