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The Helicopter

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Over our neighborhood, once again bullets soar, and the helicopter flies.
The noise brings concern all over our collective faces.
As the police, paramedics. reporters, and onlookers gather, somewhere a mother cries.

Chalk lines drawn as the once flowing blood dries.
Nowhere else does this scene occur, only in the darkest of places.
Over our neighborhood, once again bullets soar, and the helicopter flies.

Confused and dumbfounded with the lack of solutions to the violence, so exasperated, a city sighs.
But no one is saying anything, there are no evidence traces.
As the police, paramedics, reporters, and onlookers gather, somewhere a mother cries.

Persistent police pressure burst silent pipes providing only productive lies.
Blood on the ground, on his torso, and even discolored his brand new gym shoes and laces.
Over our neighborhood, once again bullets soar, and the helicopter flies.

Black on black crime brings the same result; another one of us dies!
The pain persists perpetually; not even the progression of time erases.
As the police, paramedics, reporters, and onlookers gather, somewhere a mother cries.

In a part of the city where there lack of affluence, the violence escalates because of crack buys.
The police and government care whimsically and that only pertains to the closing of open court cases.
Over our neighborhood, once again bullets soar, and the helicopter flies.
As the police, paramedics, reporters, and onlookers gather, somewhere a mother cries.

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