The Police Tent

There's a red glow
a reflection
in all directions
coming from
the night time snow
a section
of death selection
the police tent  
covers the show .
Visibility faint
the air of irritibility
around still taints
the echoes of  final sounds
which paint
the blood stained ground
of pain .
Eerie murder air
teenage death
gang warfare
a final breath .
Spiralling
sirens
in the distance
conspiring
violence
and authority resistance .
Funeral
processions
numeral
killing obsessions .
there are no ressurections
these kids pay by far
for their East or West
directions
they only for a short while live
in their own protections
as no one dare give
the needed confessions.