On the morning of December 15,
just after Midnight,
one Stanley T. Williams
died a lonely death upon a strange needle,
forced upon him by the brutish arm of neo-facism,
and the echoes of segregation,
whilst out in the hood a gun is fired,
a mother cries,
and the death of one man leads to another.
Please tell me what you think
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Sadness
Such a tragic act, that destroys life in early age. Lost in the evils of mankind and the sins they share.
Jules.
