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BANG! You're Dead

Games we used to play
With sticks and cap guns
We made noises with our mouths
Of shooting getting shot and dying

There was no crying over who got shot
You could argue that you were only winged
It was not the farm
You bought

'I'm just grazed! '
We could holler
Reload and keep firing
Ammunition was free

If you could scrounge soda bottles
For rolls of caps - - - your saved those shots
For close range for the noise the smoke the smell
For the rest you'd just yelled BANG!

The battle could go on for hours
Without losing anybody
'Til it was time for lunch or dinner
Or to go in for the night

Now it's a differnt game
The word 'Bang' has been replaced
By 'Young Gang Bangers'
Packin' heaters drivin'old beaters

Slingin' meth crack and weed
Watchin others bleed
Reachin' in baggy pants with a steady hand
No control where the bullets land

Sprayin' sayin' signs flashin' talk's trashin'
Makin' their bones throwing caps like stones
Landing where - - - they don't care
The noise - - - the kick - - - the smell

Who can tell
Who's next
Gunpowder
LOUDER

BANG - - - You and you and
You and you and you
Your'll all
DEAD

poem by Tom J. Mariani
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