The Boy

The boy had dreams, 
shifting like winds.

Mama's pride,
He was Daddy's hope.

Draped in Red hoody
Tussling his Fro.

Rowdy game with his friends;
Someone called the Sirens.

The boy drowning in fear,
Made a dash from Blue gear.

In the doorway of the church
His bloody body lurched.

Life faded from his little limbs,
Howling grief tore up the kin.

Marches came carrying the Flame
Broken System spared criminals from blame.

Headlines became mentions on fourth page,
A family slowly eaten by Heartache.

& Once more the wheels of Time
played the same ol' reel of hate crimes,

As Murder of innocence
Was greeted again by crafty insouciance.


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