Sunday Morning
*BANG BANG!*
Brown boy down
Another mother empty
Cause another brown
Boy found
And all you want
To do is
Get high?
And cash out?
Procession music
Sounds like violins
I don't want to go outside
Cause I'm tired of all
The violence
Peekaboo, guess who's
Not there?
The police.
And guess who
Don't care?
The people.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world