Cape Flats - 3
Thirty-four people killed in a week.
The Cape Flats gangs are not weak.
They shoot to kill and maim,
to them, it’s all the same.
Let’s be real,
the gangs are a bad deal.
In them, there is no good.
To them, death is like food.
You must fight to live, every day.
Being bad is the only way.
They rule the street
and the innocent must take the heat.
Seven days a week
they feed on the weak.
The gangs have no love to give.
They don’t forget or forgive.
Copyright © Andre C Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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