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Poetry By: Luvving
Mystery and crime

Imagine going out on a Saturday night for some partying, then having to dodge bullets as someone is shot on the dancefloor.

Submitted:Jun 8, 2012    Reads: 25    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

Went out with my associates on a Saturday night.

Like expensive candy, I was dressed up right.

The men too were handsome; they smelled fresh and looked good!

Met up with some brothers from my neighbourhood.

I went to the bar and bought a round of drinks.

Enjoyed the rhythms, joking with both strangers and friends.

But sudden destruction was to mar the affair.

As gunshots, rang out people ran here and there!

A man stood over a brother and, relieved his gun.

With hate in his eyes, he killed his prey, then he run.

And even now the scene keeps playing back in my head.

Explain how you can go to a dance then you end up dead!

I saw my associates and they were ok.

Went outside, when suddenly they said they're going elsewhere.

I told them not for me, I want out of this night, a man has lost his life and I don't feel so right.

A coward, a fool, that's what I heard one say; but that never stopped me, I went home any way!

I make up my mind, never anyone else.

No matter what friends say, you must know what suits yourself!

So who don't want to come can stay, I want to see my family grow up ok.

A good thing I had money and relied on no one.

I got myself a taxi and made my way home!!

Five o'clock in the morning heard my phone ringing.

Was one of my associates crying, couldn't get everything.

They went to someone's dance, and took up with a man.

His woman never liked it and things got out of hand;

This woman hit Constance with a bottle on her head; then slashed her face with the remains that she held in her hand!

And sorry though I am that their fun turned to woe.

I was glad that my mind told me, find my way home.

So who don't want to come can stay; I like to keep sound bones aint going to war this way!

We all saw the event that happened earlier on; and they made me go home alone calling me a coward, so now who's wrong?



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