Spray and pray the gangster way, the little boys play, making their way owning the day. Settling arguments, making them pay, violence and revenge, Mac 10 takes the day. Deadly spray, hope and pray, life ebbs away. Black clad, bandana, bad cussing and fussing street talk, killing on the sidewalk, Mac 10 trying to make … Continue reading Mac 10
View from the Shadows
In the lonely shadows I hide, watching two worlds collide, scared to venture outside. I live with pride, that I am not part of what’s going on outside, part of the animalistic joyride, of sheep that swim with the tide. I’m happy in this lonely place where I hide. Some nights I have cried and … Continue reading View from the Shadows
The Runner
Chilling fog across peat bogs howling dogs on timber logs. Loosing footings stumble and fall the eerie sound of the owl call. Cold and wet, on the run, no happy days no fun or laughs just big over coats and scarves. On into the dense echo of the fog, bordering rancid bog. Light up ahead, … Continue reading The Runner
Revenge
Revenge is sweet and means you are not beat, turning up the heat your aggressor to meet. Yet is your enemy really there, are you really aware? Do you know who the aggressor is or are you just acting while in a tiz. Forgiving them is the hardest thing, blaming is an easier game. Lashing … Continue reading Revenge
Fakes
You do these evil deeds in the name of religion, not one which I know of, one that says that you should kill and maim innocent people who you don’t even know. The one that inside, hatred it grows, that’s right the one that no one else knows. You Give it a name and it’s … Continue reading Fakes
Aftermath
No homes, no aid from a government decayed, food and clothes and shelter a community has paid, where was the establishment to come to their aid, to put lives back together, they lost everything they made. Ten pounds per person, the insult worsens, where is the money donated by other human persons? A room for the night … Continue reading Aftermath
Agents of Darkness
The agents of darkness strike again inflicting misery death and pain. Plots to kill injure and maim all don in a dark Lords name. The dark Lords weave their evil across their Web, recruiting its agents brainwash their heads. Lords of darkness agents of death, wreaking havoc on the enlightened, running Scared and Frightened as … Continue reading Agents of Darkness
Deserted Street
Men and boys say good bye all know the reason why. Called up to serve in a war they don’t deserve on the front line, not reserves. Whole Streets fighting together as a regiment. Swathes of streets empty of men who will never return. Desolate streets no dads to greet, no sons to hug mums, … Continue reading Deserted Street
Choices
Be not afraid of another man's god. Be not afraid of another man's culture. Be not afraid of difference. Be only concerned with man's choice of good or evil. That man's god and that man's culture and that man's difference are not what are judged in your hour of need only the choice to do … Continue reading Choices
Boots in the Hood
Boots on the ground soldiers deployed in towns, to stop the bombers coming around. Police with guns protecting kids and dads and mums. No need to run more boots can come patrolling in the mid-day sun. Their uniform pristine and green, berets black, Red and green. Loaded guns rarely seen, urban warriors fit and lean. … Continue reading Boots in the Hood
Rhythm of the Ink 
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