By :Kyndal Griffin
There are many decisions one can make,
The ones with love, the ones with hate,
The ones that build, the ones that break.
Decisions can make or break you,
In 1960 through 1968, minorities caused a serious issue.
Why do the people do so much,
To cause their communities such grief?
The answer was in the decision made by police.
So now the people are running wild
Throwing bricks, breaking glass, looting stores,
Burning cars, buildings, people died and much more,
Everywhere a civilian turned danger was at the door.
Soon things are coming to an end
As more things get destroyed,
Then the national guard comes to silence all the noise.
Please dear people, hear me now,
Do not let history repeat itself
And even though I warn you
I know it will somehow.
Decisions , Decisions
Its about that time again
Come forty-seven years later
A new trial is about to begin
It is 2015, and a bad decision is made.
A poor decision by police officers causes a ruckus.
I fear the situation this has brought among us,
A young man in his city, killed in the process.
At first there was a peaceful protest,
But twisted words can fuel commotion
As before people run wild, acting as fools,
With the same old lousy unruly tools.
It takes violence to stop violence
All these people made a decision,
The wrong decision.
I warned you in the beginning,
Now I warn you at the end.
Please don't let history repeat itself,