When Mobs cry.

A Poem by Babieegirl

Hello.

Look how strong they are.
How they hold up their colors.
Look at these gangsters.
So hard, so scary.

See how they cry,
cussing in the middle of the street,
yelling "I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE!"
Look at all the flowers on the ground,
look at the crowded street.
At all the women, standing away.
Scared something will happen.
Scared another will stray.

Look at these mobs.
How they hold their colors up high.
Look at their eyes, when their love one had died.
Oh, Just look at how they cry.
Here comes the police,
the neighbors must be scared.
All these men outside in the street yelling.

We weren't yelling, sir.
These strong me, they are seriously hurt.
Oh, Look at the children, some too young too understand..
And the young men, knowing none on how to cope.
They walk around the streets.. thinking over and over.
Take a sip of their drinks, no longer can be sober.

Oh, Look at this funeral.
So black and so white.
Look at the people, if you can.. there's not much light.
Look at the dead body. Laying there, sound asleep.
you stand there waiting, maybe just a sigh?
Look at the cops on guard.
For his brother is locked up,
but he's crying so hard.

Look at his body, cremating in that machine.
Listen to the yelling,
it's almost insane.
They're screaming at the body.
It was a memory that can't be erased.
Their screaming was too scary.
It made everyone cry. They're banging on the bars.
"PLEASE DON'T GO. PLEASE!"
It can't be helped,
it's all so over.
The feelings something you felt...

They walk out the room,
scarier than ever.
You can't look at them,
Hold it in.. all the sighs...
I dedicate this to you uncle,
you did burned this memory in me.

It was hard enough to see you body lie,
it was worse to see Mobs cry.