Want to yell
Want to scream
All the shootings
Wasted dreams
Baltimore's caught
In an endless cycle
Homicides climbing
Where is Saint Michael?
We need some help
From our heavenly hosts
No time to back off
No time to coast
The city's awash
With victims blood
Have to stop
This senseless flood
The clock is ticking
Marking time
This Genocide
Such a crime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe these words truly apply for much of the world. Well stated Lawerence.