**bang! You'Re Dead Poem by Tom J. Mariani

**bang! You'Re Dead

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Games we used to play
With sticks and cap guns
We made noises with our mouths
Of shooting getting shot and dying

There was no crying over who got shot
You could argue that you were only winged
It was not the farm
You bought

'I'm just grazed! '
We could holler
Reload and keep firing
Ammunition was free

If you could scrounge soda bottles
For rolls of caps - - - your saved those shots
For close range for the noise the smoke the smell
For the rest you'd just yelled BANG!

The battle could go on for hours
Without losing anybody
'Til it was time for lunch or dinner
Or to go in for the night

Now it's a differnt game
The word 'Bang' has been replaced
By 'Young Gang Bangers'
Packin' heaters drivin'old beaters

Slingin' meth crack and weed
Watchin others bleed
Reachin' in baggy pants with a steady hand
No control where the bullets land

Sprayin' sayin' signs flashin' talk's trashin'
Makin' their bones throwing caps like stones
Landing where - - - they don't care
The noise - - - the kick - - - the smell

Who can tell
Who's next
Gunpowder
LOUDER

BANG - - - You and you and
You and you and you
Your'll all
DEAD

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carol Rhodes 29 July 2008

TOM, HI, FELLA. BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE BEEN 'LOOKIN' AT WORDS. I'VE BECOME A RABID BREAKDANCER/HIP-HOP DANCER FAN AND UNDERSTAND MORE ABOUT THE ANGER, THE ORIGINS, THE NEED TO EXPRESS THE HURT AND PAIN LIVED WITH/ENDURED IN THE GANGLANDS. AGAIN, WHAT CREATES MOST VIOLENCE AND EXTREME BEHAVIOR? IF WE LOOK OBJECTIVELY AT AND INTO THE WORLD OF THE 'GANGSTAS', IT'S VERY EASY TO RECOGNIZE THE HUMILIATION AND NO-HOPE PILED ON THEM JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE WHO THEY ARE: PEOPLE WITH ANOTHER SKIN COLOR OR CULTURE. HISTORY HAS SHOWN THE HEARTLESS TREATMENT TOWARD OTHER HUMANS. THE IRISH AND ITALIANS FORMED GANGS BECAUSE THEY HAD NO HOPE OF FITTING IN, GETTING JOBS, AD INFINITUM. LOTS OF VIOLENCE AND HATRED RESULTED FROM THEIR FORCED SEPARATION. WE ALL UST CHANGE OUR PERCEPTION AND OUR JUSTIFICATION FOR TREATING OTHERS AS SUBHUMANS IF WE WANT TO HAVE A SAFE ENVIRONMENT. THE PEOPLE IN GHETTOS AREN'T SAFE, EITHER. WE ALL NEED TO COME TOGETHER TO MAKE THIS A BETTER MORE LOVING AND ACCEPTING WORLD. JUST AS CHILDREN WHO WERE BORN TO UNFIT PARENTS AND WIND UP HAVING SERIOUS ANTI-SOCIAL DISORDERS, WHO FILL OUR PRISONS AND REHAB CENTERS, WE HAVE TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR OUR INVOLVEMENT IN THE CAUSE OF SOCIETAL NIGHTMARES. WATCH THE DOCUMENTARY 'RIZE' FOR A TOUCHING LESSON IN GANGS AND SO FORTH AND WHAT DANCING AND CLOWNING DID TO TURN THE LIVES OF SO MANY YOUNG PEOPLE AROUND. THERE IS HOPE AND WE MUST BE PART OF IT. HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON, CAROL

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Tom J. Mariani

Tom J. Mariani

San Francisco, CA
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