There they stopped unaware
Motorbike pulled up assailants stare
Gun tapped against the window
Working man´s pride pretending not to care
Smashing glass and shouting
With the wallets and purses delivered
offenders offended pistol touting
bullets went through arms faces and livers
The onlookers shocked obligatory witnesses
forced to see the killing by revelling misfits
The hard punch of their guns disgusting reverberation
As if their heinous acts were inflicted in deliberation
Blood soaked the road´s soot and dust
Sirens blared and the criminals scarpered
Screaming died down as forensics clumsily fussed
Not a fibre did they find of hair or nor a finger print
And the victims still know their stare that turned into angry squints
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