"Death on the Streets"

In a city dark and angry;
I saw a man searching
for his briefcase
that they stole;
as he prayed
there that day;
for his life, from a knife
in the night by a crazy gang -

Drunk and drugged to boast!
“We don’t need education
for a job on the street
to kill for our needs;
the pleasure
for money now;
blood on our hands.
A prostitute or two will do,

in a fancy hotel with a view;
the champagne flowing
on a silken gown;
with a tattoo
printed red;
of a beast in black;
shining eyes in the dark;
to whip the lady of the night.”

Screaming, crawling and calling;
security breaking the door
bursting in with a gun;
firing at the gang
lying naked.
Eyes dazed in fright
to die a deserved death!
Peace returning to the streets.