A sonnet written about the recent shootings of 2021. Written on 4/27/21

Painful death flies from the guns of the blue

As loud as crackers on the 4th of July

Our vain system of justice, torn askew

We die in the streets, and our children cry

Bright lead pierces the hearts of innocent

As we see the white glare from the bright screen

Raising hands, and the giver of consent

As bullets come, from shiny badges with mean

The land of the free, and the land of death

The man's cold weapon, the gun in his hand

As children breathe their final, solemn breath

Who in the sad end, is free in this land?

But alas, this is the truth we must face

No matter who you are, or your said race