Baltimore- ' The Killing Feild' (Help Suggest A Better Tomorrow) Poem by wallace eaton

Bullet's echo from his empty gun chamber, as it's destiny is the destruction of another black youth, a youth who's future was brighter then a 14k tooth, expectations excel to the roof,4 years of college final four hoops. Lost, are his dreams for that better tomorrow, now THE EYE IS ON THE SPARROW! , mentally where can the PARENTS go? as we bury the 3rd homicide in a row. Who has the cure for this spreading rash of violence that itches the skin of every struggling black family, that's trying to understand why we, of the same skin degree, murder so foolishly. CHARKLINE outline's attitudes of angry youths display through gun play, every other day body found in the alley-way, 4 blocks from where he stay, only time he was seen had to be yesterday, sleep in a casket as he lay. What is the root of the problem, where in the FIELD must we pick out every bad seed raised thru concrete, only education is the street, only survival skills to eat is to pack heat, FATHERLESS since he was (3) three. How can we rescue the blood shed of the black bloodline, or was this a design, once again mentally behind, cause a lost blackman can never find, his place in time.