" CRIME "
The streets turn dark, and shadows fall.
Another victim, against the wall.
They rule the streets, as well as night.
A gun in hand, their black their white.
They take your money, and your pride
There is no place, that you can hide.
Invading homes, they mask their faces.
They rape and kill, leaving no traces.
Some do time, but then their set free.
The systems failed us, you and me.
Who are these people, who aim their guns.
Their our children, our daughters our sons.
Angellynn
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