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.