Fer-Gun-son
A gun, is a man made machine,
that obliterates the teary and unwise eyes of the young tender skin and old perceptive mindset on generations and generations
Skin is a layer that covers your organs for protection from the man made machine.
Race is a competition between man, where winning is the goal
not skin color being counted
colored is a piece of beauty
as lying dead on the gravel ground in Ferguson, Missouri
Mike Brown started his preview of his entrance of a new life in a for everlasting world.
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