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Can't Settle, Ghosts on TV

Can't settle,
Can't think of anything else,
I still see that girl out of the corner of my mind's eye,
Why did she have to die in front of me,
Why did i have to see her green sparkling eyes on TV
I can feel her mother's cries inside my life,
I never lost a baby and I cant imagine how she's suffering,
I see her in my sleep,
Her ending cuts me deep,
So I wish I could close my eyes,
She didn't know it would be her last day on this torturous earth
I don't think she thought beyond curling her hair in the morning,
Singing on the bus with her friends, driving through her ends,
She stood standing with her counterparts before the gunshot blew her heart,
All over their expensive Nikes,
Who was the shooter, nobody wants to say even though so many witnesses saw his face that day.
Guns don't kill people, foolish people do
I was watching it all on TV, where were you when this generation died,
Killed off by promises of wealth, the fast living generation. Cant get a job, sell drugs on the weekend, write a rap during the day, sail your dreams away.
Fight for territory because the country doesn't listen to your screams,

Can't sleep until she rests,
She sits on my brain, and I can never forget her face.

Author notes

I am deeply affected by the recent killings in the UK of black teens by guns. They seem to be becoming widely available in the streets and young people fighting for territory in their 'ends'/areas/boroughs/hood, are killing each other.

Please tell me what you think

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