Gangster Fight
Blood- freezing gangster fight
That would Death cordially invite,
Showcasing the weirdest might,
Far into pitch –black night,
Imprisoning every candle light,
No noticing of their plight:
The travails crossfires ignite,
Combatant lips and breathing tight
Over what was scarcely a slight…
Their murderous will at stupendous height!
A longing to shoot everything on sight;
The dirtiest of blood smears on white,
When this is far from right
Even to a close by perching kite
That would its prays smite
And not feel contrite.
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