Gang War Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Gang wars invade our Dublin city
Shot death, a young man what a pity
Seven lives have ended by the guns
Cousins, brothers, fathers, and sons

Will, it ever end or will it just get worse
Is this the new trend or is it the Irish curse
Not a day goes by without settling of scores
An eye for an eye as we search for the source

How many graves will be dug down deep?
How many men will go to early grave sleep?
In retaliation, a life for a life and that is way
Nothing changes for in Dublin day by day