The Fight Poem by lavion bell
The Fight
What world gun shots coming out the barrel every night with mothers and father asking god is there son going to live to see other days light i was there a the brath layed on the ground anbulance just drive around but is to late a brath just lost his life his mother and father just lost the fight but come on thats not the only fight thousand of black bother just lost there life
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