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ME dear FATHER you already know,
But you need to be briefed,
On a tragedy I believe you must not know.
There’s a deadly dance with violence killing teens in America’s Black Communities.
Use to be, 
Good Christian mothers, fathers and youngsters had close neighbors who knew each other,
Youngsters playing in the streets from dust to dawn were safe from strangers,
Now kids stress walking through an apartment complex with minds set on being murdered.
City streets echo mother’s screams as her baby boy dies with her unfulfilling dreams,
She never believed prom night would be the last night her teen would last breathe.
Persistent teen mothers pay bus fare to pick peaches to pay high day care fees, 
While pre- teens skip ABC’s to sell crack on his street trying to out think the police. 
Fathers become felons trying to feed families but falters and get sentenced to fifty until forever,
While kids emulate videogame killers that teach people CAN’T really die permanently.
Battlefield schools try and try to have students excel with tools to live by, 
While school teachers try to survive,
Shooters doing drive-byes, kids swinging knives, and living an unappreciated life.
Black communities need to be bless again with your very best,
Like an Angela Davis, MLK, Eldridge Clever or a Malcom x.
No such luck, 
Peace treaties between Black Communities and the police are breaking up.
Neither side tries to understand the other side, 
So on busy city streets a teen or police officer dies, 
And somewhere families cry.
Some get so upset about corrupt police they literally throw-up,
Hearing police kill people like Victor White while the detainee was handcuffed.
Use to be,
Proven down through history the race that occupies and wears the crown of the presidency,
Surges pass suspicions and police brutality merging into America’s color blind main stream.
But with recent diversity in the presidency black people are still treated as if in the 50’s,
When police denied human rights to nearly everybody born with natural sunscreen.
So what starts isn’t so bizarre, 
Safety for Police and Black Communities members departs,
And deadly “WAR” starts. 
“Street” side will be classified as a justifiable homicide no longer,
“Civil Service” side leaves sons and daughters with no fathers,
While safety on city streets grows farther away leaving danger.
Black people try to impart to their teens so they have good hearts,
Respect other’s rights, love family, avoid prison bars.
But the reality of the city streets they see,
Police killing Philando Catile in his passenger’s seat,
Rips their sense of freedom self and safety apart.
Black post-teens scream, “BLACK LIVES MATTER” though it seems, NO LIFE MATTERS much, 
Collectively black people are just holding “it” together because it’s much harder, 
With four out of ten black men their “family’s strength” siting locked up,
And another generation from black and brown nations grows up in ghettos and goes no farther.
You haven’t been around much,
So this sin-filled faithful follower sits and ponders this stuff,
Waiting for one side to stand up swallow pride and say, “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!”.
I’m waiting to see if in this century black on black insanity, killing blacks to meet gang needs, will cease,
And parents in these communities will truly teach teens nothing good comes from being in the streets.
We need to start a Million Person Protest March gather people together,
Like pictures of the sixties with passionate preachers pleading,
“There be NO reason for the EXECUTIONS of our black teens,
Just because hip-hoppers were stopped by a prejudice Praetorian.
Peace officers have Tasers, beans bag guns, dogs they can order.
Thus when the son of someone runs or has no gun in hand, 
There are other options better than murder”.

FATHER, all recognize the self-sacrifices our military goes through.
Our military teaches police to use guns, attack, stay compose during combat,
Thus, the institution has no justification to begin instructions on when not to shoot.
But when military service is through,
And a new police badge rest on a chest in clear view,
The human being must come back,
And he or she must protect and serve the whole community white or black.
So I’m asking you,
And hope you can now understand what your Children-of-The-Sun clan are going through,
And feel their “need”, then intervene in this misery with a miracle or two.
Your truly,
ME.
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