246 bullets
10 Cops
1 black man
And a lifetime of pain
1 funeral
1 courtroom
12 jurors
1 judge
1 verdict
Not guilty
1 claim of self defence
This is the world we live in
One in which black people choose freedom
Which is stolen From us
And white people have their skin
Which means they will automatically be acquitted
This is the world we live in
Stop being ignorant
Bullets have no eyes
In the mourning a son won’t rise
No plan in life for demise
Black men hear our cries
Stop shooting killing each other
We need love not hate brother
Time unwinds while you slang
Dealing in death please change
One mother and father miss
The hope denied by this
Feud so rude and senseless
That dude who killed their kid
You think you had reason to
End a life will bring misery blue
For you have to face the truth
Humanity is lacking in you
You can never undo evil deed
No matter what you plead
At night your closed eyes see
His eyes as life leaves he bleeds
Now your family members know
Who you really are in your soul
A killer despite reasons why
In a cell of a jail you will reside
When you choose to kill a man
You turn from God’s holy hand
You do the devil’s work indeed
You become a slave never free
So we lost you too you see
No longer an asset to be
No longer in the community
Not free to thrive and dream
Can you at least give back
By deterring youth from your path
Can you tell truth and testify
Reasons bullets have no eyes
The close of an era has arrived,
Frayed tempers are quelled,
Surging recriminations are nipped in the bud,
Nothing is left in the mud.
The morning light brings hope,
The unknown does not rule the day,
Hope is no longer a crumbling clay,
The white flag has been raised.
There’s a sweet recognition in the air,
Embraces are accompanied by tears of joy,
There’s no hidden ploy,
Etched in stone is the cease-fire day.
The silence between wars harbingers a new dawn,
Gloomy faces now wear a glow,
Twilight brings no fear,
And annihilation is not in wait to emerge from its lair.
February 7, 2025.
A few weeks ago I stopped
smoking pot as an experiment.
Easier than I thought-
I’ve had practice. Depth
of feeling starts coming back
like micro-bullets to the cranium
so invisible to the naked eye that
every corner shields a perpetrator.
Part of me likes it, this blitz of feeling
because it turns out I’m masochistic
like that and feeling a pinch dead
gets boring after awhile. Creeps
up on you like an unwanted flat-
mate on a sock by sock flit
to your only spare room and you didn’t
even notice for the cupcakes.
But granted, everybody’s different.
Did you know that the worst
time to have a heart attack
is during a game of charades?
Demetri Martin said that.
A few weeks ago I wouldn’t
have laughed.
Yesterday I did.
There are no silver bullets,
Nor shortcuts,
No do-overs,
Or unfounded empathy,
There is only enlightenment,
To determine, one’s legacy
students drop their guns
in the box… laughter… singing…
playgroup is starting
No child left behind
Was the chant at one time
Now kids in school
Dodge bullets and youth
Is filled with less sunshine
Bullets flew in Pennsylvania meant to divide us
The blood they drew will serve to unite us
Sadi gaal gaal tawadi gaal josh obaal,
Sadi gaal gaal tawadi gaal hunar Kamal.
(Ye 2 numbri drama double standard kyun)
Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eyes
Just a bullet spent while another dies
Mass shootings occur as our flag still waves
More caskets are buried in shallow graves
The right to bear arms is still in our sights
Those ill of mind shouldn't have the same rights
The madder they get more people will die
As long as there's yet free bullets to fly
ICT when we first met you want me in bed,
Now you are changed you want me dead..
An old man was shot
taking a walk in New York,
just taking a walk,
and maybe thinking about
how near to death he was.
It was then
that he walked right into a stray bullet.
We do not know
where the bullet was going
or where it would have gone
had the old man
not stepped in front of it.
In another part of the metropolis,
a baby is shot (quite by accident),
in the head.
It was crying in its stroller,
but when the bullet arrived it fell silent.
They say a young man
was taking out his gun for a walk.
When a cop saw the 9 milli
It was almost 8 A.M at a crosswalk
on 40second street.
Bullets flew,
a window, a pigeon, and
a small dog
were taken out.
The gunfight was reported,
as local news,
as I watched
the TV screen seemed to shrug,
despite the busy street
nobody witnessed,
it just happened.
Even so,
It was considered to be yet another,
'New York miracle',
for although the window that was shot
had a hole in it,
it survived.
Five One Six Four,
What is the score?
Note.goli ya teka?
SaiLMan Shah shadi kab karwao gay,
Apni new dulhan kab chudwao gay??
Note.Oye Bay gairta dramay baza..
Grant me more I’m all excitement.
I should’ve long thought of it: Chastisement;
Find a reason to not pay all of them:
“Some have to my poor firm pushed their problem.”
He who flies off the handle I’ll handle:
Very simple: the Sack Fire kindle.
I will have blown out hoped-on candle
For the clear lover of thread and spindle…
Has any staff killed boss who’d failed to pay
And it was his signal he should not stay?
If it’s in the papers note the day
And acquire bullets you might just spray!
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