Written some time in the 1990s, but still carries a powerful message today.

Mother and child, a precious bond,
suddenly, gang violence erupts.
Child shot, falls in park pond!
Child dies, mother grieves, gangs go on.
What do we do about this?
Let the violence go on? No, only a moron!
The mother lost a future rich and full.
Grandchildren and other legacies.
All for a bunch of gang bull.
The gang members parents genuinely don’t care!
They use drugs and alcohol and forget their kids.
They have no concern for anyone’s welfare.
The gangs have no remorse.
They enjoy killing for territory.
They spend little time in jail, of course!
Meanwhile, parents of dead children cry.
They’re caught in crossfire from a gang war.
Parents are asking, why, WHY?
If we start caring more about our kids than drugs,
our children will grow up on the right track,
instead of growing up, getting in gangs and becoming thugs.

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