Long Poem Poem by Emmanuel Odum

Many are dead
and many still will die
why they died
and why they will surely die
it is for love-
the many fangs of love.

The sacrifice and pictures
we pledge to live and die
the mantle we believe in
to smear our precious blood
it is for love-
the many fangs of love.

The thirst for many death
to hold influence and power
our quest to climb the stairs
despite 'her' many tears
it is for love-
the many fangs of love.

Boards and clubs we carry
and mob the largest streets
fearless ready for worse
while triggers cry remorse
it is for love-
the many fangs of love.

It is for love-
the many fangs of love
to please 'ours' slippery hearts
and strain 'our' flattery tongue
It is for love-
the many fangs of love

The things we do and die
from when we green and dry
those steps we never took
and many feisty moves
it is for love-
the many fangs of love.