George and Trayvon

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erectus123
erectus123
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George and Trayvon

If George and Trayvon might meet today
On a green grassy field far away
Perhaps the first words due
Might be simply "How do you do?"
In a better world with less suspicion
Where criminality's not supposition
Tray might teach George how to play
At football or at tennis say
Those long arms of Tray would flay
A tennis ball volleyed away
George might help with his schoolwork
Explain the opptys life can perk
Teach him a little Spanish perhaps
And Tray some hip-hop lingo snaps
No doubt were the world better managed
Where race and fear were somehow banished
Should such a place have existed that day
Those two might still run and play
Two men meet without knowing
That they might be friends before going
Quickly to insult and hurt
Till one lies bleeding in the dirt
If only a minute more we could add
We would not have our faces sad
Just a moment for, "Hey buddy"
"How is your great day going?" to greet
Or "Hello Sir, how nice to meet"
Instead of knocking off their feet
I'm sure with just a word or two
The two would have had a common view
But death is but a one-way street
Once entered we no longer meet

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CinnerCinnerover 10 years ago
Profound

Such a sad story. Hopefully others who carry guns in your country will learn something from this sordid mess.

AngelineAngelinealmost 11 years ago
If only

we lived in a world like this....

I read someone comment elsewhere "wouldn't it have been great if George offered Trayvon a ride because it was raining?"

Your poem is well written (they always are) and moving. This whole sad business is painful to me, too.

Thank you for the read. :-)

erectus123erectus123almost 11 years agoAuthor
for readers outside the USA

this poem refers to a criminal case just concluded in the State of Florida where a 17 year old (Trayvon Martin) was shot and killed by an adult neighborhood watch captain (George Zimmerman) after an alleged altercation. Zimmerman, a hispanic, following what he assumed to be a neighborhood intruder/burglar, alerted police and then claimed to have been attacked by the younger Martin, a black. Zimmerman, bloodied on the sidewalk and allegedly in fear of death or bodily harm extracted a licensed pistol and shot Martin, killing him almost immediately. Case based on self defense was tried to great publicity and resulted in a not guilty verdict from a 6 woman jury. The racial implications of the event invoked emotional responses from the various factions involved. Many felt it was an unjustified killing while others disagree.

Ashesh9Ashesh9almost 11 years ago
Erectus , what a waste of a young life .......

Zimmerman will have to live with the carcass of this Albatross all his days ............tragic .................

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