The Circle of Death

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  • Gangs
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  • Violence

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    Originally written approx. 10 years ago

    The Circle of Death
    The Circle of Death
    (Street Gang Life)
    Anger
    Fueled by ideals
    Compounded by defeat
    A deadly trinity complete
    Peace
    An endangered species
    Begs negotiation
    Needs resuscitation
    Compromise
    A dirty word?
    Scorned as sin
    Some never give in
    Counting
    The dead and injured
    As they were counted
    The toll mounted
    Tears
    Recriminating floods
    Sons and daughters die
    Hopes and dreams fly
    Winners
    Lose integrity
    Gain enmity
    No serenity
    Redux
    The fight goes on
    Can't catch a breath
    That's the circle of death
    The wars on the streets of our cities, to our peril, may never know an end.
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    (Street Gang Life)
    Anger
    Fueled by ideals
    Compounded by defeat
    A deadly trinity complete

    Peace
    An endangered species
    Begs negotiation
    Needs resuscitation

    Compromise
    A dirty word?
    Scorned as sin
    Some never give in

    Counting
    The dead and injured
    As they were counted
    The toll mounted

    Tears
    Recriminating floods
    Sons and daughters die
    Hopes and dreams fly

    Winners
    Lose integrity
    Gain enmity
    No serenity

    Redux
    The fight goes on
    Can't catch a breath
    That's the circle of death
    The wars on the streets of our cities, to our peril, may never know an end.

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    earthly commented on The Circle of Death

    02-21-2010

    Can the circle be broken-I am from a small town-cities kinda scare me/thought-provoking subject...Earthly
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    icu2 commented on The Circle of Death

    02-11-2010

    It's almost over. Soon the clarion call will alert the children of God that it is finished. Good poem.
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    Stryx commented on The Circle of Death

    02-05-2010

    Ah, the inner city. Everything starts in the mind, the emotions and then action. And it all depends on how we learn, doesn't it? Or IF we learn. We get out pretty much what we put in...
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    harveygrund

    02/05/2010

    Very true: We get out pretty much what we put in applies to every situation and that applies, in every case to, ALL involved parties.

    cmlestrade commented on The Circle of Death

    02-05-2010

    Wonderful write. I'm pretty sure the analysis would be exactly the same. the violence has escalated as we become a more technological society. In ten years things have not improved much.
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    harveygrund

    02/05/2010

    Thank you! So right -- in the past ten years the scene has changed from "turf wars" to drug wars and the weaponry has escalated.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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