Another life has been claimed Someone's child, someone's father, someone's love. Taken by those darn streets. A senseless act of woebegone. Not due to a mugging, robbery, an accident even. Not due to a sickness or disease. But, because life is and was considered valueless. His priceless life. It happens all over, everyday, every hour. To somebody else's family. Today - last night it reached into the homes and hearts of mine. The streets are rude, oblivious to the victims left behind; those that he cherished and cherished him. He lived and breathed. Touching. Sharing. He was someone's friend. Someone's neighbor. Someone's son. Someone's brother. Someone's love. Taken in a moment. In a blink of the eye. One minute, he was living and breathing. The next, he was on his way out. Those darn streets are cold, hard and mean. They don't cry of sadness. They hate. They bring grief all around. For more blood, for another life they demand. The streets of this world are fueled with fury, insanity and disgust. He's gone. Didn't get to say good-bye. Robbed of the chance for one last kiss. To even cry. One minute here - the next, within a flash, a blink of the eye. His blood - his life force was spilled for not. His life of promise, of hope could not halt death's knocking at his door. Mortality that selfishly claimed him and brought him to his day's end. Asleep he awaits. Nevertheless, from the darn streets of our today and his yesterday, he goes to rest. He doesn't have to face the despair nor the uncertainty of this life. To stay in one's house, to walk out of the door, to stand on one's sidewalk, to sit on one's floor assures no guarantee. We that are alive still - risk. Our lives are still at stake every second, every minute and every hour. Our very existence is at stake. Those darn streets steal, pulsate, claim our lives, desires And our tears. They draw closer our fears. For someone's love, someone's father, someone's brother, someone's neighbor and someone's friend.