In the Streets of America Tonight

In the Streets of America tonight

Many hands of young students scrape the sky

The colors of blue and red abrace their face

As they endlessly march unguarded

They chant, chant they say “Don’t shoot.”

Then a pop, a scream, a body.

They scatter like molecules that just lost their atoms.

A friend cries, as their fellow drops next to them.

They hold their chest, as a dark red leaks and outlines the uneven pavement.

DON’T. SHOOT. They said.

As a young student lies on the ground,


For his death, as well as many innocent others,

will be remembered in the eyes of history and America.

“For my death will be the bridge that connects us closer to the battlefield,

For peace.”


This poem is about: 
My country


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741