The bullets ripped through
his soft innocent black flesh
casting shreds of vein
and brain asunder
with no sympathy
for the carnage rendered;
they were only following orders
as dictated
by the law of physics
and the human
(or rather less than human)
black gang-banger
who squeezed the trigger.
Read Poem: Black Vs. Black by Robert Evans
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