Tribute to TrayVon's Injustice

the boy walking

down the street

walking on the road

the road made for feet

then the boy is shot

now the boy is dead

on the road made for feet

down slams a head

blood leaving a body

from the shot of a gun

blood leaving the body

cutting short a life

of someone young

blood stains the hands

of a killing bastard

but while he walks

without repent

on a road made for walking

lies a boy, now dead

while blood stains

hands and concrete,

the innocent lay dead,

and a killer walks free.


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