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His skin is pale,
His body’s cold,
His nails are sharp,
His eyes are bold.

His hair is black,
His neck is scarred,
His arms are strong,
His teeth are jarred.

His legs are long,
His…

The bruise you beat,
The graze you scathed,
The cut you bled,
The burn you raised.

The heart you tore,
The eyes you rasped,
The love you thawed,
The gash you clasped.

The scrape you…

Little gangster,
Five years old,
Family’s a mess,
Believes what both his parents say,
Never second guessed.
Little gangster,
Six years old,
Brothers both in jail,
Dad’s on drugs, Mom’s …

Cloud of smoke,
Cough and choke,
Smashing glass,
Empty class.

Blink or stall,
Bloodbath brawl,
Wiry words,
Phantom worlds.

Wasted chances,
Run-away glances,
Threats and bruise,
A…

Twitching whiskers,
glaring eyes,
crouching low,
he’s disguised.

Swishing tail,
pupils grow,
claws come out,
ears pulled low.

Paws get ready,
about to spring,
out from the basket,…

Like our water we waste blood,
from the old and from the young,
filling kid’s minds with bad ideas,
giving them much more to fear.

Gangsters scar the streets at night,
looking for someth…

Little War
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Bombs are loud,
screams are louder,
mushroom cloud,
breathe gun powder.

Guns fire blind,
rain stains soil,
head-held pride,
hot splattered oil.

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