How much I want for them to dissipate
The fire is crackling, simmered down
But sooner or later my breath of relief
Will be winded down.
Gunshots fly but are not found, the flames of the fire grow,
with every omnipresent sound.
Gang fights, drug bites, and kids may not
know the difference between wrong and right.
“Defend your people,” is their slogan,
They claim territory slow, yet, running.
It’s a cycle, walk three steps and fall back two.
Until there comes a point where one spot is left, choose:
Run or fight.
There is a dark side of the game,
With spouses and children exposed to the same.
Ears covered ‘cause there is no mistake, the odds
Are in no one’s favor…dark side of the game.
Even after the glory and winnings are shared,
Necessity will arrive. The throat-clenching addiction,
Set forward by malice, greed and tradition.
So will the fire ever die? Not tonight.
But even in the darkest of games,
There is still a little light.