When I Turn Around Poem by Ian Darden

When I Turn Around



Every time I turn around
Somebody is always getting killed
R.i.p to Mike Brown
R.i.p to Emmitt Till
I just find it crazy how
Jesus died on the cross for us
To forgive us for our sins
But now were at a lost of luck
Perfection is the root of all evil
If your not perfect then your considered not equal
'Another Black Man Shot'
I'm just waiting for the sequel
I'm want to use my words to bring peace to the people

Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: racism
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