Poetry / two thirty
yesterday
at two thirty
guns blazed
and eresed any faith
in cooperation
between two colored -skin races
everything but hate forgotten
“revenge” on the lips of everyone
who even slightly
knew the fallen
three-year-old-girl
who wasnt the target but became the mark
of the ignorance
that lies in the underbelly
of society.
at two thirty today
a man was slain
guilty of wearing a murderers skin
it isnt my way,but ill take the blame
hurt mine and ill tunnel a train
through your brain.
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I like it. One typo “eresed” should be “erased” [if you are indeed using that word] Some words need more grammar changing/punctuation editing. Otherwise, this is beautiful. It’s speaking the truth; exposing the realities of racism and violence. Good job. I wish you luck in your poetry :)
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suggestion- who even slightly try never inst. of even.
of the ignorance
that lies in the underbelly more like the bottom/butt
of society.
it isnt my way,but ill take the blame
confused bout de meaning of dis line
nice poem. well executed -pardon the pun- effective images and rhymes. good work.
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