Bullets

Bullets breaking-up blameless bodies
Guns used carelessly, endlessly
Like an addict chugging down whiskey
Sons, being shot on the south-side
Graves appearing more rapidly
Then the stars in the sky
Little kids maimed for being at the wrong place,
At the wrong time
What were once drive-bys for burgers and fries
Are now drive-bys that can deliver death through your eyes.
The cold, metallic weapon snug against the pocket of jeans
Aimed, targeted, shoved towards one’s head
One click of the trigger can blow you away into smithereens
Death painted through Chicago in cold blood
18 shootings over a 24 hr period
And they say terrorism is in the middle-east…?
Hearing the bullets throughout the silent night
And the top 5 o’ clock news story
Is one of the Kardashian’s getting married
Bullets being engulfed by gangsters
Bullets leaving single mothers left home crying all alone
With bullets back lashing blooming boys
Who never had the chance to grow out of their adolescence into men
Innocent men writing out their anger through pen
Performing their rage of this Dark Age on stage
Worried they might be murdered by Monday
Al Capone didn’t even create such chaos in a century
Young people’s image today has been frayed
We’re known as punks or “young hoodlums”
3,740 offenders aged 18 and under are locked up in Juvenile this year
Gun companies
Impregnating guns by the minute
Young voices are being dragged to the grave
And the gun being the slave of murder
Obeying the hand that pulls its trigger to kill
What can people make of Chicago?
It’s not even Iraq becoming a war zone anymore
It’s this city, this country, this world.
Bein’ terrorized
Not wantin’ to make a compromise
Just lies, and death
Lies and death
Lies endin’ death