Trayvon Martin was destined for greatness, until he was snuffed out by George Zimmerman.
This is a poem I penned when Trayvon was first slain. R.I.P...
No justice
Gunned down like a dog
Not even a threat
The street where he walked
Now bloody and wet
Could be my son or your son
Does anyone care?!
This cross of injustice
We ALL have to bear
Shout from the hilltop
Scream in the valley
Our babies are hunted
Too many to tally!
Not bangin' or slangin'
Not harassing nobody
Please hear our cries
Acknowledge our plea!
Stand up and be counted
Someone has to act
to another life lost
We are forced to subtract.
We don't understand
We can't comprehend
They slaughter and attack us
When will it end?
This hunter, this killer,
This murderer walks free!
The same as the days
They would lynch us from a tree!
We cry till we're hoarse
And Weep til we're dry
Goodnight our sweet angel
We'll see you on high.
No justice
Gunned down like a dog
Not even a threat
The street where he walked
Now bloody and wet
Could be my son or your son
Does anyone care?!
This cross of injustice
We ALL have to bear
Shout from the hilltop
Scream in the valley
Our babies are hunted
Too many to tally!
Not bangin' or slangin'
Not harassing nobody
Please hear our cries
Acknowledge our plea!
Stand up and be counted
Someone has to act
to another life lost
We are forced to subtract.
We don't understand
We can't comprehend
They slaughter and attack us
When will it end?
This hunter, this killer,
This murderer walks free!
The same as the days
They would lynch us from a tree!
We cry till we're hoarse
And Weep til we're dry
Goodnight our sweet angel
We'll see you on high.
