Silver Birds
Bullets are birth control pills of the poor.
Underworld silver birds of war.
Life's wicked schizophrenic twin.
Swinging from the meat hook mayhem.
The end arrives before life begins.
Tide after tide of wicked intent.
The streets' favorite color
is the color of death.
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