By: Cedric McClester

On city streets
It ain’t no joke
You can choke
On all the gunsmoke
From young men
Who go for broke
But how many of us
Can say that we’re woke?

The innocent die
For no good reason why
With families and loved ones
Left to cry
While perpetrators
Seek their alibis
Because what they did
Makes them despised

Their calling card is
The reckless disregard
They have for others
Their sisters and brothers
And what of the mothers
Who if given their druthers
Would prefer that reason
Ruled over all others

But it’s the innate
Examples of self-hate
That gives this debate
Such added weight
The consequences of which
We can easily state
Are readily apparent
For us to calculate







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