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Suicide of A Nation
Crimson covered sidewalks, match crimson covered streets.
Bloodshed spills in schoolyards,
Park benches and subway seats.
It flows down side street gutter drains.
It's smeared on classroom walls.
Soaked up in back alley ways.
It's the writing on public restroom stalls.
Dried up pools of blood.
Splattered remains of pain.
It's the chalk outline of the murdered ones.
Whose blood was shed in vein.
It's a classmate.
A kid brother.
A distant relative.
Someone's mother...
Another's lover.
Fallen victim to the world's frustration.
Another number in the state books...
Recording the suicide of a nation.
© Jimmy C. Moore
Bloodshed spills in schoolyards,
Park benches and subway seats.
It flows down side street gutter drains.
It's smeared on classroom walls.
Soaked up in back alley ways.
It's the writing on public restroom stalls.
Dried up pools of blood.
Splattered remains of pain.
It's the chalk outline of the murdered ones.
Whose blood was shed in vein.
It's a classmate.
A kid brother.
A distant relative.
Someone's mother...
Another's lover.
Fallen victim to the world's frustration.
Another number in the state books...
Recording the suicide of a nation.
© Jimmy C. Moore
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