There was once a young man
Who was along his way,
Filled with aspirations and such,
Towards a brighter and more beautiful day.
They all said he had promise
And was talented and artistic.
But the way that boy fell,
It's not anything BUT sadistic.
He never meant any harm
He's INNOCENT, no other word for it!
He just wanted to have fun,
He just wanted to be a child.
He went towards the rec center
Pointing his gun at random people,
One person panicked and called for help,
Said the boy was ready for the kill.
The operator was distraught,
They asked whether he puts up a fight,
They asked for his location,
They asked whether he was black or white.
The caller told the operator,
"It's a child! It's probably nothing,"
But once they heard of his colour,
They put the phone down with a ding.
The police arrived at the scene
They told him to put his hands up.
He didn't resist, nor did he argue!
But the bullet had hit and his toy gun fell down.
How heartless could one be?
To kill a twelve year old?
His skin tone may have been dark
But his heart was made of gold.
The police, as people say, were scared
They tracked down the mother,
To tell her the reason why,
Their hands were stained red.
They came in and handcuffed her daughter,
A mere fourteen year old!
And threatened to arrest her if she had
A human reaction to her only son being slaughtered.
Little Tamir Rice was strong,
But God had already called him up
The people were enraged at the behaviour of the police.
The police wanted the story gone,
And fed the victims 6 million dollars
But people realized the oath of those policemen,
To protect, to serve,
It was nothing but a long con.
Today, as many face the same fate as Tamir,
And try to speak out,
We have to spread that BLACK LIVES MATTER,
Don't whisper, SHOUT.
Written by Ved Save.
Dedicated to Tamir Rice,
25 June 2002 - 23 November, 2014.
Age 12.
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