Boy In The Park (For Tamir Rice) Poem by Diisin

playtime in the park
a wooden bench as his seat
ohio chill at his throat
snow covers his feet

toy gun in his hand
pointing at the street
just a twelve year old kid
unaware of what's to be


he didn't hear the call
say he was likely a boy
he didn't hear the call
say his gun was likely a toy

all he saw was mr. anxious and his man
drive up ready to fire at a black boy-quick
and in seconds the world heard POW
and that was it