What do you think of this short poem?
I saw a group of men beaten to a pulp in black and white
Bar chairs were flying and the air was full of might
Checkered tiles were gleaming with African blood so thick
And an elderly man nearby whistled with his walking stick
I saw a curly-headed boy tapping his fingers on a milk glass
Porch chairs were swaying as muddied pick-up tricks went past
Tire tracks were peeling with a foreboding of gun shots
And an elderly man nearby mingled among vacant apartment lots
I saw guards neath’ twilight wielding metallic batons
Figures honing in looked just like rooks and pawns
People were all crowding to see the gruesome display
And the elderly man walked his hound as if it were any other day
Tells a story . Perhaps a good title would be 'Urban Jungle '.
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