Big City of Dreams

by Daryl E. Horton

The sounds of clips being loaded 
Echo in the night
Guns are coked
Ready to fire at anything that comes within sight
The moon is full
The mist is thick
The sound of guns being fired fill the air 
along with the sounds of shells bouncing off the ground from 
empty clips
Gun smoke clears 
No one is seen
Dead bodies line the street
In puddles of blood clinging to briefcases of C.R.E.A.M.
The night is silent 
Painted with the stench of death
Territorial confrontations
Over the selling of C'est
Blue and red lights flash
Sirens break through the silence
Just another night on the job for cops in a city full of violence
Many dreams shattered
Promising futures broken
Because of the need of money
This lifestyle was chosen
Behind these doors of life
Nothing is as it seems
For this is life
In the Big City of Dreams.

Big City of Dreams byDaryl E. Horton

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