Gunfire II (2016)
(BANG) down goes another brother for being Black on a Sunday
(BANG) down goes another brother for being Black on a Monday
(BANG) down goes another brother for being Black on a Tuesday
(BANG) down goes another brother for being Black on a Wednesday
(BANG) down goes another brother for being Black on a Thursday
(BANG) down goes another brother for being Black on a Friday
(BANG) down goes another brother for being Black on a Saturday
I’m sensing a trend here,
We are still being called an endangered species,
No relief or wins here,
Satan’s message is sincere,
When he whispers in your ear,
“If you are a young Black male your end is near,”
Whether from some brother down the block,
Or a racist ass cop,
Either way every day somebody’s heart stops,
Pop, pop, pop was the sound Andre’s Mom heard,
When he was laid out by a semi-automatic
Right on their front curb,
She thought they were safe when they moved to the suburbs,
Absurd is what the gang bangers thought,
He was shot over a bet
And the pair of Jordan’s the murderer sought,
Of course, he wasn’t caught,
Who cares about the melanin in your skin,
Shit,
Five more that look just like you got blazed the same weekend,
Now let’s venture to the hood,
Where the statistics are still misunderstood,
And the politicians are so out of touch with reality,
They equate a civilized protest for equal rights
With a Klan rally,
Could it be the color of your skin?
And those ships we arrived in,
What part of Africa are your ancestors from?
Never mind that
Watch me fire this loud ass gun,
(BANG),
You see that,
I just blew the brains out of Jermaine,
It is insane
When a ten-year old’s dream when he grows up
Is to merely survive,
I can’t forget the suicides,
For the hopeless ones who feel lost inside
With no sense of pride,
But when putrid ambitions collide,
Some selfishly commit a bunch of homicides
Before they take that final ride,
With misery as their bride,
The gun laws abide,
Let Jekyll and Hyde argue over political nonsense,
And point the fingers over idiotic agendas
And what their respective parties haven’t accomplished,
You got your guns fixated on freedom,
Yet it is the madness that none of us are free from,
It was so brave how a 15-year old gave his life
To save kids from a gang shooting,
But who cares,
As the cell phone records another pre-arranged looting,
Due to some more overzealous cops polluting
The concrete with more innocent blood,
Because don’t you know when you’re Black
You’re automatically a thug,
Or selling drugs,
Probably deserved the slugs,
In death your name is drug through the mud,
The only race I heard of
That gets put on trial for being murdered,
You prayed,
Yet the bullets still came through your daughter’s bedroom,
Little Tommy wanted revenge,
His ambition would soon lead to him getting one in the head soon,
Negative is this poem,
For a bunch of out of touch gun toting drones,
I mean clones,
(BANG) as America continues the maddening gun death statistics,
The numbers are downright sadistic,
Picture Satan getting his….
Never mind,
Just continue to close your blinds,
Get upset about the “Breaking News”
Of another shooter on the loose,
Five minutes later get seduced
By comfort of knowing it isn’t your head in that noose,
Sit back and let loose,
Kick off your shoes,
All is well in the land,
As another nut plans…
His rampage…
Center stage,
This coward was enraged for waking up this morning,
By day’s end he’s sure to have hundreds mourning,
As the next President gets sworn in,
I wonder how many speeches this poor soul will have to give
About gun violence in America,
(BANG)
Down goes Richard, Maximillian, Rhonda, and Erica,
Because some wingnut was upset his girlfriend dumped him,
So, he borrowed his Daddy’s sawed off,
Found his ex with her friends and decided to confront them,
In other news,
Another weekend gang shooting that goes unnoticed,
Another cop got acquitted for killing an unarmed motorist,
Another protest for progress,
Another token is broadcast,
(BANG)
God save us….