bronx, ny

enveloped in a smoky haze

in a place where violence influence injections of hatred to hearts pierce with evil thoughts

procession of mourners

carrying goods

in trembling hands

in the borough call bronx

that is the state of ny

but also the state full of villains and creeps

twas the week before the summer

one after the other

1 man  1 woman 1 child i baby

body after body

were all slaughtered by ghouls

and its not even halloween ( by the way, i don't celebrate)

little children screaming in rage and despair

they can hear the sounds of daddy gasping for air

they can still smell the blood of their mother

they can hear the gunfire more louder than an annoying passenger on the train screaming at somebody on the phone 

they can feel of the vibrations when their loved dropped to the ground

more innocent lives

massacred on a quiet sunday morning

which they day started out full of tranquility

one week before the summer

and the procession of mourners weep

as they stood to pick up representation of memories and spirits that will live on

that was left in front of their building

and children continue to weep and cry out why!!!!!!!!!

in their sleepless nights

they fear that the monstrous villians will somehow 

return to finish the job of ruthless annihilation

they can still hear the gun shots

they can still see the guts of even a baby lying on the ground