Pride in the City
Over an insult, I learned man will kill.
The man's hurt ego speaks in his thoughts,
Pride will do anything to have its will.
On that day peace ceased in the city street;
A shot rang out to seek tender flesh,
Innocent blood was spilled on the concrete.
An instrument of death not meant for you;
Seventeen years, a sheep among wolves,
Over pride your life was taken from you.
In your memory, everyday we pray,
For the A student walking from school,
Who will not live to see another day.
Copyright © Andrew Weeden | Year Posted 2014