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Oct 2013
I know I won't be shot for writing poetry,
even if i was on the walkway or side street,
ok?
I know you who read will react with speed,
but none of the actions will make me bleed
13?
replica resulted in repugnant use of force,
they were experienced police of course
ak
he was returning it to a friend,
guess he was at the wrong end
47
so in a country wear the right to bear arms is protected,
so in a state that is self-proclaimed progressive,
we have an innocent fall,
not trip or stumble,
he caught bullets as they tumbled
into him.

I am confused that people with real guns that cause real harm,
walk in and the killing begins,
a kid a child about to be a man, had the admiration of his peers,
life torn, 'cause someone did not want to get close, and be sure,                                                            ­        

maybe he had an ipod or phone with ear buds, had his hoodie up
more like he did not think that "stop" was meant to be the end
for him, unlike the bullets, that put holes in
his dreams and the hopes...of a future.

I am harsh I admit it,
but nothing no nothing is harsher than
losing your child,
for any reason,
it is wrong,
but this,
              but this speaks of sorrow a whole life long
a void



a n     empty                                                           space
that will be filled with only tears
as they hold onto one another
instead of, their son or brother.  

Thoughts and prayers to all, yes, even them


©DWE102013
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
797
   Jodi and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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