Gangs Poem by Randy McClave

A gang are like cockroaches
When you turn on a light they all will scatter,
They become cowards when bravery approaches
I would like to step on them all until they splatter.
They are only brave and fearless as a group
But, when they are alone they all are gutless,
When they are in a mob they are a hate troop
They are followers and worshippers of all that disgusts.
If you look, they all want to look and dress alike
As though they all share the same thought and brain,
Whether they are walking together or riding on a bike
Filth, cowardliness and mobs is their true domain;
Like wolves they will always arrive in a pack
But, when alone they will always cower and hide,
In a group they will harass and attack and sack
That is their true way of life and only since of pride;
They will swarm upon the defenseless like a horde
Their belief is that strength comes only in numbers,
Alone they believe they are nothing, so they are ignored
Honor, valor, courage and oneness they encumbers.
So, I preach this to all of my sisters and brothers
To this belief a total lecture to all others I will harangue,
Watch out for your children, all you fathers and mothers
And never be a part or a brother or sister of a gang.

RANDY L. MCCLAVE