One Hundred Words A Day
Tuesday, April 3, 2012

  Anybody Wounded?

Kill the classroom budget
Kill the student's dreams
Kill the students
Killing: our nation's theme.

He walks home from Grandma's
with graduation in mind
Pow, pow! Now he's dead
A black downed by a brown.

Now in Bizarro's comics
two teams face one another
the bros against the homies
Ball aimed at basket, bullets on all others.

He comes from Korea
His gun bought in America
He's mad at his old Ma
for wanting a doctor-son, so "voila!"

Seven dead, three wounded
Swat teams swoop down,
guns drawn, "Anybody else wounded?"
"I!" My spirit bled, shot, shocked, more than wounded.

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