Night and Day
When the sun goes down, the guns sound, the people run, and the innocent bodies hit the ground.
Things never end good, the shooter is never found, he runs back to the hood to reload, collect more rounds just so he can have more fun.
Night is now day, not a thug in sight, but the deceased ones remain on the curve and streets giving the children a fright and leaving them, along with their parents with nothing to say.
Night and Day; the hours of the danger. The hours of the "happening". the words written and typed are but a quick imagination to the streets, to the moon, and to the rising sun as everything begins to alter; not vividly, but in an obscene and careless manner.
