They said there was a murder on the street
Where festival dances and carousel meet
A child shot on the head and feet
Those wounds, that death and defeat
How many lives they have taken?
How many innocence been shaken?
Those dreams of Ferris wheels are broken
Sharp bullets killed unheard spoken
I know a man who does not have tomorrow
He lives in dungeons and sleeps in sorrow
I saw poverty in furrow
My eyes perceive a life so narrow
written on July 27, 2011