77 Minutes
By Russ
Beneath some arches of gold, A bike laid twisted and horizontal. Underneath it was a boy Who wore wounds that were fatal. Why should we forget Just because years have gone past. The whole world saw this boy Who's life ended fast. You remember the news July afternoon, '84. When bullets threw people Dead to the floor. Inside and outside As many victims as he could find. It's the boy on his bike Who burned into my mind. I was a boy of 13 At the time of this murder. Front page from each coast Boasted the horrible picture. The years have gone past As I've coasted through life. He'll never have adulthood, Or a child or a wife. They say he seeked ice cream On a hot summer day The thing he attained Was a bullet gone stray. My heart to the family That is filled with such sorrow. I will remember this boy, Yesterday and tomorrow. Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 02:15 AM PST 0 • 9
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