Monday, March 1, 2010

This was a poem I wrote when Washington, D.C. was in the top five as far as the number of murders.


A yellow line surrounds the scene
A young black girl's body lies serene
She was shot to death for no reason
Another victim of the killing season

A Congressman's aid lies in the street, blood gushing
The sound of sirens, the police come rushing
A crowd is forming to see who
Another victim, what can we do

A latino man is dead, his shirt torn open
in Spanish or English, no word is spoken
His gang has gone to form a plan
The hatred will kill another man

In life she ran the Korean store
Then shots rang out, death closed the door
No matter whose life there is no sequel
So in life and death we are all equal

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