Homocides

Written by: Tadon Archer

I Wake up in the morning hearing gunshots and people screaming I rush
towards my window and see another innocent victim lying on the ground
dead
I look to my right and see another family mourn over a love one they lost
Seeing the whole block glancing at the murder scene
And when I took a look at the body I saw a young man with gunshots
wounds across his body
My eyes started to fill with angry and tears because I’m tire of all these
homicides
Because it got me traumatize seeing too many fratricides and patricides
People need to put the guns down and start loving one another because
things will get a lot better
Young black males are getting killed because they be throwing up the
wrong gang sign or they were at the wrong place at the wrong time
Hanging with their friends at the party having fun
And everything is going well until a disagreement comes along and now
bullets start to spread like a virus killing a lot of innocent ones
Some is crawling for their life to safety while others are calling 911 for
help
And by the time the cops and ambulance arrive the victims are deceased
these young thugs are ending people lives before they can start their lives
Babies are entering the world already seeing cold bodies lying beside them
feeling death before they can pronounce the word
Living in a world full of confusion black men killing their brothers and
sisters like they’re the enemies
While the true enemies hide behind you in the crowd
People are going crazy going on a rampage walking into a theater and
killing millions of people because they are hurt and anger at the world
I’m sick and tire of seeing homicides poor little babies resting in their early
graves didn’t even taste or smell life
Didn’t even reach their full potential of becoming a young man or woman
Didn't have a chance to speak their first words to their mother or father
   
Death is no jokes I hate to see people play with it attempting suicide trying
to kill their self like it want affect others
Sitting in my room just listening to the commotion that’s uprising on the
outside
Hearing gunshots now I’m running outside to see the outcome will a
mother or father be without their daughter or son for the rest of their lives
or will they survive and live on
But when I finally got outside it was another coldblooded murder another
lost soul another mother and father losing their child to a single bullet
through the head
Now its time to get the funeral arrangements and print out obituaries it’s
sad to see the scene of a homicide
I wonder how many more will we have until the people gets the message
that the guns is not the answer to your problem