Neighborhood Watch
I knew a killer,
He went by the name
of not guilty.
He was supposed
to be a neighbor in the hood who watched,
But instead got caught up like an alcoholic
salivating over a bottle of scotch.
When he saw a black teen
he dismissed his orders
and hopped,
Onto the bandwagon to comfort his desire
to activate that racist gene that initiated that shot.
Any coincidence to others lost on the spot?
Excuse the New Kids,
We have another innocent teenager dead on the block.
Copyright © Remi Stan | Year Posted 2014
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