Blood on Our Streets

The posts online are very sad

It really is driving us mad

Eight deaths this month

And we are only ten days in

When will it stop?

I plead and cry

How many more lives?

But over the years it has become the norm

And people just scroll and scroll

Not my problem, not my kid

Probably in a gang,

doing drugs

And they got messed up But suddenly you are the one

With that knock on the door

Your scream is loud and very raw

As you fall to the floor

Now your opinions change

They were a good kid and a pure saint So why must

we wait

Until another life is lost

To make a stand because

All victims are the same

From a family just like yours Their

skin color, faith, and more Does

not change The blood color on the

floor