Shots fly, as screens ring.
Sirens blare,
As the po-po pulls up.
The sight will haunt them forever.
Bodies strewn upon the ground.
Black, White, Asian, and Hispanic.
No one alive, bullet shells everywhere.
Blood flows freely on the ground,
Mixing together.
In death these teens unite, for blood does not care
What race you are, or the name of your gang.
It cares not where you come from, or who.
Your history or your past is irrelevant.
Their deaths were not in vain,
Though they died far to young;
For the parents remember their sons and daughters lost.
And a community comes together on their graves.
But the senseless hate,
And the innocence lost,
Will be forever mourned,
On the day
Their blood filled the streets.
ALi
