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Guns sold on the streets
Knives found in the alleys
Hate crime in the cities
Murder in the valleys
Hatred and suspicion grows
Between neighbors all the time
Unlocked doors, there are no more
For there's too much fear of crime
Bar the windows, block the doors
People loathe, distrust, and fear
Yet those outside are not the threat
The beasts within are more severe
The cycle grows beyond control
With every child's first breath
So too does the reaper mourn
With every elder's death.
Knives found in the alleys
Hate crime in the cities
Murder in the valleys
Hatred and suspicion grows
Between neighbors all the time
Unlocked doors, there are no more
For there's too much fear of crime
Bar the windows, block the doors
People loathe, distrust, and fear
Yet those outside are not the threat
The beasts within are more severe
The cycle grows beyond control
With every child's first breath
So too does the reaper mourn
With every elder's death.
