Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Pistol Packing - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Why did you shoot Jwan McGee?
Now he lies in bed,
You walk around free.
Who was the menace in this tale?
Who was the culprit to leave
The bloddy trail?
He was shot becaue he put his
Hand in his coat away from view,
Matter of fact, he had his back to you.
Suddenly you were the all knowing God,
You shot him because you thought
He had a rod...
So how does this sad tale end?
He is an invalide and
His mama has an ache in her heart,
While you, officer, chalk it up
To, 'Well, Your Honor, I Thought! '
This happened in Baltimore...198?
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