All male children from my childhood
that silver cap gun
combined with T.V.
the lone Ranger and me
Hawaii five O
to Barnaby's thirty eight
Matt Dillon.... ect...ect...act...
until in the hands of a black child
one's found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bitter lines... It reminds me of that boy with a toy gun who was killed recently.