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R.I.P. Trayvon Martin


Justice.

Where was it?

A 17 year old boy got shot,

And his killer is free?

 

Justice.

What about his family?

Their son was killed,

How would you explain to them the verdict?

 

Justice.

What made Trayvon a suspiscious person?

He was just walking to his Dad's house,

Did race play a part of it?

 

Justice.

There was none.

Not for Trayvon and his family.

Their son's killer is not guilty.

Why?

Because it was "self defense"?

 

No.

If it was self defense,

He would not have to use a lethal weapon.

And no one would be dead.

 

How can people go on with their lives,

Without thinking about  Trayvon,

Who can no longer live his.

 

Why?

My only question.

Why?

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