Drowned in hate

I felt the stab of pain From a brother in the hood One seeking to rise to fame I thought he understood. I taste the bitter in what he said As he spits the words out “I wish you were dead” He just verified my doubt. I hear the cries for pity In our own neighborhood, Not across the state or in another city I hear the cries that no one ever should. I smell the stench of betrayal Of the brother who killed his mate. “And thus he came to the end of his trail”, Said the pastor, as silent he lays in state. I see the mother dab her eye She’s crying for our state It’s not just the other guy It’s our nation drowned in hate!