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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. 

R.I.P STM 
 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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