A poem that came from know wear…
The Child Got Their Shot
The child got their shot
Not at earnest learning
Or playful preoccupation
Not at hard work rewarded
Or hopes fully fed
The child got their shot
A bullet to the head
Mere flesh and bone
Or soul deadliness
For what became
A fatal day
Or a prosthetic future
A big if
Tending fortified schools
Fenced by crooked cops
Arms dealers awarded impunity
Cornered by liquor stores
Where life is more parking lot than park
Less opportunity than temptation
A full groan failure
Making us all
Victims of titanic leadership
Weather instantaneous led poisoning
Or grueling existence
Leaving soully
The dead or undead
The dreams of growing up
Are left to US
Will we pass
On the baton?
