Poem: Gangs

What are they for
Why are they here
To claime terrotory
They do not possess
To fire a weapon
At an inosent child
Bring drugs to our streets
To tear up our familys
Gangs
What do they want
Do they want our possesions
Do they want our kids
Are they here to steal drugs
To act as the greatest
For what
What happened to civil rights
I thought color didn't
Matter
Now if you throw on
the wrong color
You loose your life.

A.M., age 14