Who Was She? Poem by Richard Jarboe

They say she must have been no good,
She must have been a whore,
Or part of a drug gang,
She was working for.

No one knows who killed her,
They're all too scared to ask,
No ID, and the guy who shot her,
Was wearing a skeleton mask.

Her lifeless body on the ground,
Took a bullet to the face,
The fact she was shot in the plaza,
Only adds to the disgrace.

No journalist will report WHY she died,
Too afraid to write that line,
The police just simply lied,
And said she lived a life of crime.

The gunman moved on,
No one got in his way,
She's a nameless number,
On the Dead List today.

It's tough down in Mexico,
The Drug War rages on,
Thousands dead and counting,
Stoned by what is wrong.

She could have been a drug mule,
Or a school girl walking home,
Surrounded by corruption,
She lay there all alone.

Drug Lords run this country,
Protected by the cops,
With kickbacks to the army,
The drug traffic never stops.