Red Paint on The Sidewalk
Bang! Another one down
A black main lies helpless on the ground
People look and record with nothing to do
One reaches for their phone then another then two
She falls next to him with tears in her eyes
Slowly rubbing his face and wondering why
A son , A brother, A father to you
He is dead
He is dead now what to do
She looks up and around beginning to scream
Murderer! she yells at a familiar man
His skin was pale and red blood on his hand
His shirt was blue with badges you see
For the man that shot him was supposed to protect me
This poem is about:
Our world