Poem -


Thirty different looks on thirty different faces
All in the same room in confined spaces 
Some were quiet and others were loud 
Not everyone enjoyed being in a crowd 

They all had a target and had one aim 
To put an end to violence and the killing game
Three hours later no answer was found 
All views were opposite no common ground 

The thirty different faces all left the room
All the looks now the same full of gloom 
So killing on the streets will continue I fear
Surely a solution is needed by the end of the year

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