There is blood in the streets.
It is not the blood of oxen
Sacrificed to God for his good pleasure
Or as a sin offering or some other atonement.
It is not the blood of brave soldiers
Living and dying and fighting
For ideals they believe in.
It is not the blood letting
Of some ancient Doctor trying
To heal the dying body
Of a loved family member.
It is not the blood of the righteous
Standing for justice.
It is the blood of fathers
Sons and daughters
Who have died at the hand of a disease
That is transmitted
From bullet to bullet
And from fear to fear.
That is, after all, what it means
For there to be blood in the streets