The Nashoba Pack Poem by anteaus berryhill

A pack of creatures
That walk and creeps.
Like scavengers in the woods.
Of different exposed hoods.
They hunt for power.
Infamous for murders.
They fight like predators.
Vicious as Halloween in October.
Have scary eyes.
That you should fear.
Black ski masks is what they wear.
The Nashoba pack is here
And the end is near.
Nocturnal like animals hunting for prey.
And we are witnesses that have to pray.
Violence bleeds through the night.
Crime rate rises to the highest height.
Guns yelling and people are dying.
And we hear nothing but crying sirens.