Gangs
Blood they shed,
both enemies boiling
with hate. Hate that
stems from unknown
roots. Roots in the same
communities. Communities
with like-minded people.
People that listen
to the similar beats,
wear similar clothes,
and have similar recreations.
Recreations and
similarities that they both
share and overlook while
they spill each other's
blood.
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