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bloodstreams like melted ice cream
on the grounds of a crime scene
dope fiends having dope dreams
shadows in the night heard screaming
dangerous crossing to the other side
of the street to get something to eat
where there use to be a tree standing
with piles of glass from broken bottles
underneath from a childhood game
that kept us entertained while coping
with things that could not be explained
like the tragedy of too many casualties
of war in the streets where innocent
blood is splattered at the intersection
going in and out of the wrong direction
the world don't need a motherless child
a child don't need a fatherless world
there is no living hope for a boy & girl
who have already died in their mind
