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Sirens wail
outside my windows
f a d e . .
into the shadows
and the shade
of sorrows left behind
tonight again somebody died
Y o u n g b l o o d . !
spilled
on sidewalks cold
without
a mother’s arms
to comfort nor to hold
her child that dies
and lies dead wanting for
a mother’s touch
have fallen prey
to the power and the pain
and nothing hasn’t changed
but the victim and the name
V o i c e s o f t h e I n n o ce n t ~
C R Y . !
but tears don’t flow
from eyes now dry
from crying
a father’s
lost his only son
a mother mourns
her child now gone
i n s i d e s h e ’ s d y i n g . !
the streets
just cost a life
the child she’s lost
this night
the body of the slain
upon the concrete
where he lays
stained in blood
that still remains
her anguish and her pain
B u l l e t s . !
without an aim or name
despair . .
looking for an healthy vein
finds its mark
Streets
that look for new recruits
and prey on them
like prostitutes in the dark
They die
before their time
and hope to find
in honour or in shame
the only claim to fame
a tombstone with a name
c a r v e d
by
The Power And The Pain
© mingoáo
