They run together,
a human pack of wild dogs
frightening everyone that comes in their path
they proudly show their body’s
permanent art. 
Tattoos invading their skin.

 A gang says they are a family;
They wear their colors with pride.

The families have names like “The Bloods; the “Hoods”,
or “The Evil Eyes”
Like warring countries, they proclaim
they own turf, and if  other colors should cross it,
They should be prepared to die.

These misplaced teens roam the streets, with nothing
but violence stuck in their minds.   And when a member deserts them
What happens to him, they no longer care.

A pool of blood lay on the
on the sidewalk, with the
traitor gang member facing down.

He lay there dead for the longest time
Being quite alone
A woman comes, picks his head up,
and begins to wail, “My baby, my baby’
 dear Lord, NO!!!