Trayvon Martin

On a rainy February night,

Coming back with Skittles and iced tea,

Zimmerman caught Trayvon in sight.

And alerted the police.


He didn’t listen to the phone,

And followed him on foot instead.

Just Zimmerman and Trayvon alone,

One to end up dead.


They got into a fight,

And things didn’t turn out so good.

Witnesses say it was a horrible sight,

The only dead one was in the hood.


Zimmerman was on to trial,

For murder of Martin that rainy night.

Some people around the world found Zimmerman in denial,

But nobody saw the fight.


He was found not guilty,

And Trayvons family still mourn.

This news was not silly,

They cant forget that storm.


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