Robert Sherriff black boy
black boy
A black boy in Chicago, barely twelve years old, reached into his pocket, seeking money’s hold. But a white cop’s bullets found their deadly aim: Six shots to the head, extinguishing life’s flame.
His grieving mother wails, her heart torn apart, Yet the cop escapes justice, a cruel, callous part. We cry out for change, an end to this strife, To stop the rot of injustice and reclaim a fair life.
May God bless you, Robert Sherriff, in your quest to illuminate the truth and fight for what is best.
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