Chalk
outlines
a body
lain
slain.
Blood stains
the ground.
It Pools
all around.
Lived life
selling
white lines,
telling white lies.
Lived life
selling high times.
A steep decline,
missed
a deadline.
Now he's dead,
the end of the line.
Out of time
You can pick the flesh
from the bones
of the story.
A victim
of atrocity,
a victim
of the violent city.
Chalk outlines
the body on the ground,
Sirens sound,
another turf war
going down.
Chalk outlines
all over town.
chalked off,
another statistic
to this war-torn battleground.
Chalk outlines,
all that remains
in the dull twilight.
The red stain,
ink black
in the light
of the weeping satellite.
Lived life
selling fake smiles.
Sirens will wail tonight,
through the air
that cries in silent foresight.
Knowing
that chalk outlines
multiply.
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