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A sonnet about the recent shootings of 2021
Written on 4/27/21
Transcript:
Painful death flies from the guns of the blue
As loud as crackers on the 4th of July
Our vain system of justice, torn askew
We die in the streets, and our children cry
Bright lead pierces the hearts of innocent
As we see the white glare from the bright screen
Raising hands, and the giver of consent
As bullets come, from shiny badges with mean
The land of the free, and the land of death
The man’s cold weapon, the gun in his hand
As children breathe their final, solemn breath
Who in the sad end, is free in this land?
But alas, this is the truth we must face
No matter who you are, or your said race
A sonnet about the recent shootings of 2021
Written on 4/27/21
Transcript:
Painful death flies from the guns of the blue
As loud as crackers on the 4th of July
Our vain system of justice, torn askew
We die in the streets, and our children cry
Bright lead pierces the hearts of innocent
As we see the white glare from the bright screen
Raising hands, and the giver of consent
As bullets come, from shiny badges with mean
The land of the free, and the land of death
The man’s cold weapon, the gun in his hand
As children breathe their final, solemn breath
Who in the sad end, is free in this land?
But alas, this is the truth we must face
No matter who you are, or your said race