War On Gang Terror Poem by Ima Ryma

Lots of gangs call Chicago home,
Terrorizing the neighborhoods.
Gunning through all the streets they roam,
Young killer thugs up to no goods.
Most residents aid and abet,
Hoping just to be left alone.
Daily under the gang death threat
Of living in a real war zone.
The war on terror need be fought
Less in foreign lands, more right here.
How many innocents be shot
Before true defense does appear?

Whatever colors the gangs be,
Color them the true enemy.