As I walk down the street

Hooded by grey fabrics

Innocently striding toward my home

To lay my head to sleep

Intersected by blazing guilt

The bullets tunneled through my body

Erupting out me stealing my last breaths

My Conscience still leading in thought

Eyes wide shut forming the image

Of greed the image of a swine

Rest In Peace Trayvon Martin

Fallen angels serves as landmarks

In a tombstone history.

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