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.