Civil war

This poem is a lot different from most. Please comment on this and tell me what you think:

The moon was out
its lighting up the streets,
its helping people see
where there are no lights.

The walls are spray painted,
windows are broken, things stolen.
The cops don't patrol here anymore
they've lost too many men.
Too many lives.
This is gang territory.
North side, South Side, West Side, East side.

A 7:11 is open
the man behind the counter, is scared
a man had a gun to his head.
the man was in the gang.

Shots are fired,
the police respond
SWAT moves in
a firefight ensues
a gang on the street firing at the police.
Guns going off, Bullets flying.

A riot erupts,
the police hear gunshots from the crowd. The cops shoot back....
A massacre ensues.....Hundreds dead.

No more north side, south side, east side, west side. No more anything but war and fighting.