east oakland haiku

by cynthia green/aries - Not entered

	
Gunshots! Bullets fly
Wild through the mad, summer night.
Black boys all fall down.	

Reason for writing:

    I wrote this poem as an observation of the young men who find their lives slipping away into nowhere on the hot sidewalks of East Oakland.    

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Date created: 1997-07-08 15:35:40
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:37
Poem ID: 47568

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