Street-Life

Into the blue

Nothing new

death flies

Tensions-rise beneath our feet

Into the air, everywhere 

The flames

Bursting igniting

Like fire works

These kinds hurt

power of destruction

War in the night

sparing, and dueling

 some come to take

Life

Blasts of fright

We sit and hide

Until the last

Bullet flies

Then we head back

Out into the night

 living

our street-lives

By

Angela K. Crandall, Author

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