Helping Hand...

The night was full of silence
if silence can be full
A full-moon had risen monstrous
exerting manic pull

Crazy things most always happen
when it's gibbous-moon
Killer felt it's song
it sang a dangerous tune

Night-time congregation
hugs and secret shakes
The corner filled with drug-lords
and the money that they make

Dice clicked and dollars floated
to and fro from hands
Each gang, a piece of turf
where they made their stands

The granny-lady walking
in her neighborhood
came from down the store
crept past the corner hoods

Three figures in their hoodies
in a corner dark
They had their prey surrounded
caught him in the park

He gripped his wooden cane so tight
He asked them what they wanted
He didn't want to have to fight
“We want it all”; they taunted

His legs were weak, his back was bent
he could barely stand
He'd had some strength, but it has went
youth has slipped from hand

Out of the night, a silver flash
brings salvation to a man
A gurgle is the only sound
Killer's killed again

One shadow pulls a piece from boot
as Killer starts to hack
The cane lashes out, he hears a hoot
and “Sir, I've got your back”

Killer stepped to the dance of death
All the villains lying dead
The old man's quite, out of breath
“Old man, what's in your head?”

“I had to help, though it wasn't much
I've known you for a while
Know you have a magic-touch”
He said; with a little smile

“I still have my old cart
that I keep from my scrapping days
I had to stop you know, my heart
It's down just a little ways”

The pair of them had finished up
the bodies put away
Killer said; “Let's have a cup”
The old man said; “Yeah, I'll stay”

Luigi told him lots of tales
of the neighborhood
Italians and the lads from Wales
back when this place was good

It was safe to walk at night
and to let your children play
Now, don't let them out of sight
It's sad enough to say

We didn't carry weapons
weren't worried for our lives
Our youths did not depend upon
guns and steely knives

As the old Luigi climbed his stair
he looked back at his new friend
“ Old days are gone, I do despair
I wonder where its' end?”

Disappearing gangstas
one or two a night
Killer's freezer slowly filling
just meat, but tasty, quite