Both had the right,
To be where they were.
But one chose to fight.
And died.
Both had the right,
To be where they were.
One had volunteered to protect the peace.
The other had no respect for authority.
None!
And...
IF there had been at least 'some',
Both would have recognized each other...
With a going their seperate ways.
With a courtesy given, expressed and made.
Still suspicious one attempted to do just that.
To be sucker punched then jumped,
From a darkened corner by the other one.
With a doing to stun.
A gun was exposed!
By one authorized to carry.
But the one who 'jumped' did not know this.
Repeatedly hitting the one stunned with bare fists.
A call for help was yelled.
And many chose to ignored it,
Except for someone who heard this...
To then dial 911.
A shot rang out and a death was committed.
Yet...
Both had the right to be where they were.
But...
Why would the one with the gun,
Pull the trigger?
Both had the right,
To be where they were.
But one chose to fight.
And died.
Even though a truth exposed,
Is being denied by those refusing...
With a preference to keep their delusions included.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem