Death Of A Gangster Poem by Kholekile Monakali

The blood of a gangster
Spilled down.
Seems no one cares as if no one's
Business.

No one cries instead everyone
Is so jubilant.
They appreciate it as if its what
They were always Cursing for.

The man was shot dead by
Several bullets and down on
The floor it was a pool of blood,
That could turn the sea all red.

We are still shocked we do not
Know what is going on in this
World we live in only God knows.