POEM: The Child Got Their Shot

A poem that came from know wear…

The Child Got Their Shot

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


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