Some time past 3.
After a night amongst the smoke machines.
He took a left to eat
Reconstituted meat.
And Therapia Lane
Stood in the way.
Of a comfortable bed
Where they could lay their heads.
But the cold concrete
The very depths of violent streaks
Severed 50 years off
Ben's family tree.
Ambushed by surprise.
That was the night.
That my friend died.
Killed for daring to
Question mob rule.
4 on 1
We got to see a passifist done.
Over a hat and nothing else.
Done by drunk, violent scum.
He said 'here, blame me'
For daring to confront
What was really just 4 men
Who wanted to flex their guns.
And it could be you.
Daring to disapprove.
For asking to return
What the fuck you earned.
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