*bang bang*
Hey, hey, let the shooters run
From the Motor City to Charm City
Your name on hot lead or cold steel.
The guns salute the different names,
But the epitaphs all read the same.
*bang bang*
Hey, hey, let the shooters run
From crime and justice.
The failure of due justice
Is the failure of justice for
Victim's survivors. No way to
Legislate from the bench the
Return of a slain father, and
Future grandfather. A generation's
Cycle is snipped prior to ever
Becoming aware.
*bang bang*
Hey, hey, let the shooters run!
A penny shackled and taken
Instead of the hundred dollar bill.
Wobbly king pins order you not
To snitch, because gangstas
Keep the streets safe, and drug
Lords keep the streets clean, right?
By A. Jarrell Hayes
Be the next poet featured on "Poet's Corner." Send 1 - 3 poems, name, short bio, and link to ajhayes@theblackurbantimes.com
Media Outlets must credit The Black Urban Times www.theblackurbantimes.com twitter.com/thebutmsdotcom facebook.com/theblackurbantimes
No comments:
Post a Comment
We appreciates all comments and fosters free speech, however, keep in mind that we have young readers who peruse our site. Having said that, please refrain from using profane language, and know that flaming will not be tolerated. Spam will not be tolerated.