The Crime

Late hours of night, empty streets,

The sound of deep breaths and thumping of heart,

Are tearing the silence, creepy, suspicious,

Footsteps approaching, this violence is vicious,

Madly I'm searching, a corner, a crevice,

A door that will open or a place to hide,

A place to abide for moments, mere moments,

A bullet has struck, I am losing blood,

But yes I deserve it, I deserve worse,

I deserve death sentence, my life is a curse,

My mind is divided like this road I see,

What is wrong and right? What is left and right?

Whatever, I'm doomed, Whenever, Wherever,

However I go, I will face a blow,

And yes I deserve it, I deserve worse,

The Crime I committed, the sin I have done,

Want to take a bullet from my own gun,

I swear it was really beyond my control,

Cops wouldn't listen, they wouldn't mind,

Shoot at sight orders and so they are blind,

No trial, no hearing, no summon, just a gun,

My friends are all dead, I saw one crying,

I saw one dying, why blood is so cheap?

But the crime I committed, the sin I have done,

And yes I deserve each and every attack,

The Crime I committed? I was born black!