Nothing has found its most foul place
In the alleys where nothing’s safe
They’re found on every side street
Police covered dead with white sheets
Walk alone and it’s a suicide
Don’t be fooled there’s homicides
Walk with friends or better stay home
So when you hear shots use your phone
Talk about this is always wrong
Scars will heal if you live that long
Leaving town to its own death wish
From heaven it’s a petri dish
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/08
Michael's Lair 