Streets of War
I grow saddened,
our streets
have begun
to flow
with blood
our offspring
run wild,
animals they
prowl the streets
prey on the weak
king hits
and glassings,
blood forks
and the rivers
run ever deeper
police
overwhelmed
medics
understaffed
trying to stem
the flow of death,
rapes
bashings
shootings
murders
our children
are dying
our streets
show signs
of war
and still, we sit
and do nothing
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