From the warmth of her womb
to a wooden coffin
the cloth of her **** laid lifeless
Gone to soon, gone too soon

The pain was more than she could bare
after losing her only son
to the rough street of Chicago
where the kingpin rules
and the prosecutes parade
the dark corridors in dark suits

It's a mother worse nightmare,
when the law enforcements,
is train to **** and asked question after.

In fear of their lives,
however, two wrongs,
cannot equal to right.

Our judicial system defenses team toss
them back to the mean street
with only criminals intents on their minds
another careless proceeding gone wrong.

so, here I am
back to the crime scene

Though you've barely had a ramble
are no wayward canine daddy of note
that brief encounter in our brambles
has left the experts fearing a cancerous growth

So we starve you of your pine nuts and bacon rinds
so we can feed you anaesthetic
and betray you to the thief of time
only to make you, I imagine, feel pathetic
And you often so full of life's exasperate scurry

I worry
will the shine stray from your eyes
those hazel pools of so much of
my feeling mature, just for
pertaining to a creature's care

 we all seem in too much of a hurry
to stifle what little spirit
that surrounds us
to wear
down on every minor aspect
of childish delight
in this silent sacrament
of the aging process
and with arguably years
of your fatherhood left
in the very ***** some dry eyed savant
decides it correct we should tamper with

Tomorrow I will snuggle you in favoured, bouncy eiderdowns
that will blanket your unknowing
and treat you as if
you were an eastering child
on cured hams and other saltiness
after you awaken
from those strangest enforcements of sleep
and through our eyes we will trade more secrets to keep

And we will hope, as we only can, that it was for the best
For you, Yorkshire's son, or Sheringham's
And consider with all of your
exhuming breath
That we meddled, stilling over life
To cheat a slightly delayed death.

This armed America
the one they told us
would be a polite society
when all carry weapons

our cities
they've become killing fields
we as a people
have become the worst of all animals

officers taking lives
claiming they fear for their own
snipers now returning the favor
as they fear the police

it seems as the road towards that polite society
has become paved with the dead
merely bricks mortered in place
with their blood

will we see be fewer combatants
as the body count rises
or are the re-enforcements
on their way

this is  not a nail
but your words into our brain
made heavy demolition

this is not a hole
your words caused to it
hole in my heart now

this is not a rope
your words stretching to me
my nerves will break like rope

this is not a toy
you were enforcements in my body
my soul is wounded too

all i heard was a loud noise
something was wrong
i felt a sharp pain and in an instant it was gone
im in a loop of that moment continuously unable to break free
the harshest pain to endure is my New reality
i heard a loud noise
i know something is wrong
outer body experience ... my body face down on the ground
all i did was go buy some chips out the corner store i was no threat
all i did was read a book , all i did was have an asthma attack, all i did was sleep in the comfort of my our home and it happened while i slept , and the crime scene that you were supposed to be was not my own .... i heard a loud shot i knew something was wrong officer i cant breathe .... now i'm gone
my life flashed before me my last moments why me where did i go wrong , what did i do to deserve the death penalty , you are my judge jury and executioner , yet i thought only god could judge me
no ****** is ok ... not even from the enforcements that's supposed to ensure my security