Dina by Peter Rowlyk

WHen the world went silent

By Anissa Smith from Soldan International Studies

It felt like the world went silent

when those bullets left the barrel. 

It felt like the world went quiet when we
lost another young soul.
Too many young black kids ripped away from their futures.
Too many hearts broken, needing sutures.
Too much violence in our cities, leaving grieving families.
Heartbroken friends having to say goodbye too early.
Another candle vigil, another casket to carry,
another young black kid forgotten,
Tears and murder. Families in pain.
Our community left with a big red stain.
Violence, the one to blame.
Our community, mute and restrained.