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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required the episode took place near the sewer the boy lay lifeless on the stiff ground his white clothes dipping in red a rowdy mob encircled him like vultures awaiting the surrender of a fighting spirit his horrified eyes gave their last look but no one dared to move a finger yet we call ourselves humans missiles of rocks were launched towards him red gushes were the aftermath a cut from a horrifying slaughter flick a skinny woman wailed in pain shielding the youngster as if she were her own yet nobody breath a word in mid air she was husked away scuba diving into the greenish sewer people watched as if it were a circus yet they call themselves humans the grim rippers gambled his fate the puisne adjudged his eternal verdict, cremation he thought was best suited mzee Bakar condemned them to hell they laughed and said they'll meet him their the mood sombre,dogs barking,mothers muffling another incident in the misty shanty scattered beyond the files of disinfected news rooms the boy was tied like a gift bag to Cerberus yet they call themselves men time flew and people were thirsty craving for blood they named him a gangster anointed him with diesel, adorned him with a treaded necklace the matchbox lied in wait women covered their eyes men covered their laughter suddenly gunshots came uninvited people took to their heels as a land rover grand to a halt pale blue uniforms dashed out in haste that's the humane spirit gently they saw the boy to the vehicle leaving the battle field in mayday amidst curses and jeers from the angry mob on reaching the hospital the obvious news internal bleeding and broken ribs was the free ticket to the other world so young yet so easily a life had slept from peoples' hand yet we call ourselves humans unable to pay the mortuary dues another cross-less grave awaits him deep 6 feet under his soul shall rest his family shall weep forever having lost the only son unemployment being the cause many boys shall follow suit crime rates will be at their peak but no one tries to halt the situation and we call ourselves humans Timo was his name the only son of mama Amina he died three years go five hundred shillings was enough to give the victim a death warrant he wasn't the first along the line many died before him at the claws of their fellow kind yet we call ourselves humans the chief finished his eulogy amidst sobs the whole of ghetto inhabitants cursed their act anger had been the cause,vengeance the inhuman motive yet the government was to blame for the high rate of unemployment Timo died a hero,a hero! - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11728524-Throwing-the-last-stone-by-kizocarson#sthash.5UurVg8M.dpuf
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