Just Trading

He drew the blade straight from the sheath

Then sank it to the hilt

Then turned and walked quite calmly

Devoid of any guilt

 

The man had dissed his comrades

Was bang out of order

He wallowed in the fact

He left him dying on the floor

 

"Don’t take this crap from any man

Don’t bring it to my door

These streets are mine to trade my wares

It’s just an open store"

 

"I do my thing from day to day

Don’t trouble you at all

Just leave me to my business

Or you too might just fall"


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