The Street Play
The Scene: Our streets
The Actors: Played by humans
Laced head to toe in guns
Their Voices: The sound of bullets
Trying to win a battle, the outcome
The Songs: Sung by faint cries
The Music: Are the whispers
The Mood: Red
For anger and bloodshed
The Motive: Revenge
The Result: Pain
By the end no one is left, they're all gone
Left behind
Just the gun and the bullets
To remain in time
But In what scene will we see crime die?
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