The Streets Cry at Night

Such a quiet dark night. Any view shows there's not a soul in sight.

A black car slowly drives by & bullets fly. A tear drips down a eye.

Tire marks and burning rubber fills the streets this dark night.
A view left and right and theres not a light in sight.

A scream is heard. One last breath is took and not another word.

Running footsteps are heard. Red & blue lights speak 1,000 words.

"Why are the streets crying"? Because babies are dying.

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