His Hoodie, His Scent
And for all she remembers was the kiss on her cheek,
And now what echoes is her definite shriek.
“I tried to stop him I told him to stay.”
“But he had his hoodie on and I had no say”
“I opened the TV hoped I’d see him on air,
But all I could do was tearfully stare.”
“I prayed to God please protect my son,
For no happiness lingers if he will be gone.”
“Out of reach, my heart pounds in fright.”
“They will protect him, but no guard in sight!”
“My son’s massacre is their own personal delight.”
“A planned plot and not just a street fight.”
2 a.m, house cold and remote.
Door knocks and given a bank note.
This is your money to compensate your loss
And we will investigate to punish the fuss.
“For my son, is my heart, my eyes, my soul.”
“Compensation of money is an act so cold.”
But the price of his death is so valuable to he
The country is in chaos and accusations flee.
And they raise the flags, dress in black, mourn 4 days,
And she’s torn to pieces till God takes her where he stays.
“An eye for an eye, a life for a life.”
“Who took my child, WILL FEEL MY KNIFE”
And forever the question mark will remain
because those in power are hidden so vain.