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Apr 2016
Within that small casket lies a child.
An innocent body caught up in the stupidity of males.
Many with no conscious to what they done wildly shooting with a weapon.

A mother and maybe father cries restlessly.
For death has took their child.
A child so innocently affected by males stupidity.

An the strangest thing you will ever see, is males within a gang?
Answer to a higher rank member running things.
Who dictate when?
And to who you attack?
But when locked up and seeking assistant from them.
None, of the rank killers decision makers are there.

And still a child death has left many numb.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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