The Circle of Death
From my archives
(Street Gang Life)
Anger
Fueled by ideals
Compounded by defeat
A deadly trinity complete
Peace
An endangered species
Begs negotiation
Needs resuscitation
Compromise
A dirty word?
Scorned as sin
Some never give in
Counting
The dead and injured
As they were counted
The toll mounted
Tears
Recriminating floods
Sons and daughters die
Hopes and dreams fly
Winners
Lose integrity
Gain enmity
No serenity
Redux
The fight goes on
Can't catch a breath
That's the circle of death
The wars on the streets of our cities, to our peril, may never know an end.
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