Crimson, sable, and cream. Open, bleeding wound Charred flesh And broken bodies. A concussive blast The loud and sharp Rattattattattat From gunpowder and lead. Sweet cruor from one so young Stains the streets And runs into the drain To be washed away by the rain. A blackened and broken body Lies in the gutter A son, brother, father, Uncle, cousin, friend. Mother, daughter, niece, Sister, aunt, friend. Broken, blackened, bleeding In the gutter. A smile and laugh Nothing more than faded Memories. A comforting caress A sweet kiss Nothing more than an ache In the heart. A warm embrace Is now a cold slab of marble, Nothing but a name and dates Nothing but a memory. A memory of life And a cruel reminder Of such short years.