Just Another Homicide ~ 12/24/1995 Poem by Loretta Rowley

You look in the paper you watch the news.
You think of all you had to loose.
It’s just another homicide they say.
Just like it’s starting off another day.
One day you’re watching the TV.
What you see is reality.
It’s about a girl who walked down the street,
Then by a group of guys she had been beat.
She was raped and shot in the head.
It makes it harder to sleep in bed.
To think it happened in the night.
It makes you scared and full of fright.
But…
It’s just another homicide they say.
Just turn your head and walk away.

A young male at the age of twenty
He was in college and he had plenty.
He was stabbed all in spite.
Just because he wasn’t white!
He was a sweet man and was full of love.
His mama believed he would go up above.
Now doesn’t it make you cry,
Knowing why some people die?
But…
It’s just another homicide they say.
Acting as if death never came this way.

A hooker was killed by a man.
He took all her money and ran.
Most people believed she deserved to die,
Because she sold her body and always got high.
She did it because she had nothing left
Except to live until her own death.
She didn’t get the very best,
When they laid her down to rest.
But…
It’s just another homicide they say.
Just like it’s starting off another day.