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A social commentary



Please stop shooting

Please stop shooting me

Please stop shooting us---

Bullets flying everywhere

Killing others like they don’t care,

Even when you’re in they are or not in the cross hairs

Of an enemy that don’t care or swear

To get rid of us all

Once and for all.



If you’re black you die!

If you’re brown, you die!

If you’re gay you die!



One by one they die,

Be prepare to meet your maker, why

Because we don’t want you here.



On the streets runs red blood

To every person in my neighborhood

Plain and simple you don’t belong here!



Here’s my gun in hand

Ready to **** everyone from my land---

You don’t belong here.




Hate spills out on the streets,

To every person we do meet---

You mean nothing to me!



The hell with your religion and such,

The hell with you because of how I hate so much

The sight of you so I **** them all!



This my gun my oath to ****

Die if you must but still

I don’t want you here!



This is hate heard out loud

From with guns shooting proud,

Because you don’t belong here!



This is my gun my sworn duty

To **** as much and as many,

Simply you don’t belong here!



They killed Malcolm X and Dr. King

Because they wanted the same thing,

And you have no right here



Too many of you cluttering up my space,  

Too many of you taking away from us this human race,

Because you don’t belong here!



This is my gun my creed

To get rid of people like you with speed,

And don’t belong here!



The lies you tell of our children in school

The lies and breaking of rules---

Because you don’t belong here!



Your skin is too dark for me

Only my whiteness can set me free

Because you don’t belong here!



Please don’t shoot

Please don’t shoot me!

Please don’t shoot us

At the end one by the graves of those died!



One by one of those dying while bullets fly,

Flying all over the place

Killing every soul and sweet little face

And they don’t care.



The voices echoed in the air,

Of those who died while death don’t play no favorites or play fair,

Defining God in His face

How dear them!



Please stop shooting me

Please stop shooting

Please stop

Please...

Silence.



June 2020
Kenneth R Jenkins
Written by
Kenneth R Jenkins  63/M/Savannah, GA
(63/M/Savannah, GA)   
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