Notes On The Killing Yesterday Of A Certain Drug Pusher Poem by RIC BASTASA

they killed a man
right in the middle of the street
and he lays there
with his head hit by a lone bullet
as blood colors the street red

as usual no one is held responsible
the crowd does not say anything

what you hear are the whispers of
the ordinary citizens who have no courage
to voice out their genuine opinions

'he should have been in prison
for a life sentence. Now he finally
met his death in the hands of those
who find the law useless'