Whenll the violence STOP

I see a young man sauntering down the block at a comfortable pace smile across his face... who doesn’t love a lazy Sunday? POP!--POP!--POP! …....... every one drops car screeches skids away everything moves faster than i can take in like a movie scene i’ve seen on the screen never thought i’d be playing a character on the reel is this real can’t be ears ringing our hearts skipped a beat while one.....ceased... gravity pulled yanked us all down with the weight of what just happened happened to happen why as people slowly start to get to their knees, come up to their feet there lies a body. It just.. lays there but he’s slowly starting to pour into the concrete maroon rivers, crimson pool, burgundy stains a piercing of pain a blow to the head... a friend, a brother, a son, is dead now he is a tally mark, etched on the long scroll of Oakland’s Lost Men tears are running as they are running to him, trying to revive him the wailing of the relative. The saddest song i have heard in my whole life haunts me to this day, i pray... i bet the newscast will mention it for 30 seconds today, then tonight at 10pm then quick to jump to “Hey, John. What’s the weather forecast looking like this week?” without skipping a beat no one cares, they’re just relieved that it wasn’t them no one really knows what goes on because they choose not to see the battlefield constantly claiming lives of teens people pretend to live in a perfect untouched bubble did a thought bubble ever cross your mind along the lines of, “What if that was my son?”. you would damn well make sure there were no more guns out there But... hes just an african american boy he means nothing to you, Mrs. Fru-Fru, admit this I bet you’d never believe he was a bright child to whomever he passed he gifted them easy smiles because he was contagiously happy and sweet and...and..... his soul couldn’t beat the bullet WHO THE FUCK PULLED IT?!?!?!?!?!? cowards cowards cowards demented twisted heartless cowards a full ride to Howard... a beaming brain... with the grace of a crane. Gone. as another tally mark is drawn