Rolling the Dice
The suburban youth,
got the money,
got the time,
bored and don't know,
how to spend the dime.
Naivety,
Don't know safe in the womb of the One,
How will they learn?
When they roll the dice,
in the inner city streets,
Playing a game,
where the eyes of the children have no souls.
For them,
taking a life,
as easy as shooting a three.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2019
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