Laqunda Goods Poet I do not know?

The 1960s Negro

The stale still win and the pulsating sounds of police sirens
Followed by the hard thud of a twelve gate shot gun firing 
Instantly tears my heart to shreds
Because another black man or should I say another ***** is dead
As I ran to the scene of bloodshed and tears
What I see is what I feared
I fall down to my knees
And with a thunderous cry I beg
The Lord to have mercy on me please
And like our savior Jesus Christ before his time of doom
I cried out to God with a voice of gloom
And asked him to take away from me this black curse, this black sin
That seems to follow me and my black skin
And then
I uplifted mine eyes and I saw
This very thing that they called the law
Plunging towards me with eyes filled with hate
The intensity of the situation leaving me in a shocked state
I heard the crack of my skull, felt the dept of the bruise
And I knew that this was my destiny
The one I didn't choose
Then it all went dead, I remembered nothing after that 
Everything suddenly faded to black
Back to black
Where it all began

                                            -Lyric-

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