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Red Paint on The Sidewalk


Bang! Another one down 

A black main lies helpless on the ground

People look and record with nothing to do 

One reaches for their phone then another then two

She falls next to him with tears in her eyes

Slowly rubbing his face and wondering why 

A son , A brother, A father to you 

He is dead  

He is dead now what to do 

She looks up and around beginning to scream

Murderer! she yells at a familiar man 

His skin was pale and red blood on his hand

His shirt was blue with badges you see

For the man that shot him was supposed to protect me 

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