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A troubled soul, far too young to feel so old…runnin’ dark streets n’ no one sees him passin’ by The mind’s in a state, hope seems locked away, or so far out of reach to try... He cries inside, “Why can’t they see me when I’m ‘clothed within‘ this guise?” Wishin’ with all his might, he had ‘night wings’ so he could fly Then, as abruptly as his night run began…It comes to an end When, in mere seconds 16 SHOTS frees an embattled soul BYE...
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2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 5:53 AM UTC
“Night Wings”
A troubled soul, far too young to feel so old…runnin’ dark streets n’ no one sees him passin’ by The mind’s in a state, hope seems locked away, or so far out of reach to try... He cries inside, “Why can’t they see me when I’m ‘clothed within‘ this guise?” Wishin’ with all his might, he had ‘night wings’ so he could fly Then, as abruptly as his night run began…It comes to an end When, in mere seconds 16 SHOTS frees an embattled soul BYE...
Note: This is in remembrance of a young person killed by police. He was 17-year-old Laquan McDonald. In October 2014, Chicago police officer Jason Van **** shot McDonald 16 times as the teenager was WALKING AWAY… holding a small knife.
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Jun 2, 2026 at 5:53 AM UTC
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