In the last

Me or everyone else

i sit in solitude with gun in my hand

unspoken lips

i run from both living and the dead

i must survive

my instinct is that of all animals

i tap my balled head....in doubt

come ....your skin is a remembrance of a black man 's cry....

my finger happy to employ 

man's word man's world....man must die so written

now what am i supposd to do....when 

he disrespected so many...

cry of pain the solder fell. without knowing what he is fighting for....honour to his country ....a dollar bill in the wind

while his child life is near to end ...

the medical bills an excuse....so real

to die in debts.

let us walk ..dont run my child

no bullet proof vest....here

today i walk alone...

in doubt.