Open Your Eyes, This Is A STATEMENT
People keep asking "what is this world coming to"? But is accountability out of the question, when I can't go past my doorstep without hearing about the next death. Tear stained faces, blood soaked streets, my brother, your friend, his father, her man, all one in the same just in the wrong place was that really his fate? What is destruction but our own creation, when the front page headline is about a kid who died too young. Finger on the trigger, pop in the air, another soul lost to a gun and we're drowning in our own destruction.
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