He wasn't shot for being a thief
Or for being a liar of a cheat,
Though his lifetime was short and very brief
He was kind and also sweet.
He wasn't shot for being a bully
Or for being a murderer or a terrorist,
Though he never lived his life fully
He wasn't biased or a racist.
He wasn't shot for starting a fight
Or for vandalizing someone's house,
Hate he never did preach or did recite
Nor did he attacked anyone's children or spouse.
He wasn't shot for stealing or robbing
Or for committing any form of assault or rape,
Many people are now saddened and sobbing
Because bigotry he couldn't escape.
He wasn't shot for evading the law
Or for selling drugs out back,
I hopefully pray to God that this is the last straw;
He was shot for being black.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem