Michel Brown

His name was Brown, his face was black
he walked alone outside a shack.

A siren sang across the track
and signaled clear the next attack.

A man in blue (a maniac?)
took aim and made the morning crack .

Like stones around a cul-de-sac,
six bullet holes frame Michael's plaque.

Reviews

[Valentine]

Sad topic over here but the rhyming is spot on. Valentine

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Valentine...much appreciated!
Terry

[R Smith]

a real stunner Terry, the rhyming has real impact, every word hits home hard and of course in these days the theme is very sadly true, great writing my friend :)

[Cherry Pepperweb]

Wow, nicely done Terry.
Great job. Touchy subject.

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you Cherry!
Yep... 'touchy'... thus, too often left untouched...

[marcus]

..More police brutality??

[Terry O'Leary]

evermore...
one day, hopefully, nevermore...

[marcus]

yes.......