Late

Black smokes covers those who are around me

look around me

and blood is what surrounds me

My ear wanders in search for cry

And to my surprise there was a pitch

that was high

a distinct sadden and hurt sound

that can only be a mothers cry

See it wasn't like we asked for this

it was a few hours ago when my mother was in a state of bliss

Then men rush in bullet flying hoping all of them

Miss

but one pierced my brother and one can see death's fatal kiss

Now my mother is weaken

As her son's killer stood there watching

My brother's soul flowing along side his blood that was oozing

All she was saying was Islamic chanting

 but it got quiet when the killer started speaking

She looked back and was caressed by tape

screaming and squirming as he continued to rape

I stand to be her savior of fate

but by the time i built the courage

it was too

LATE!

 Abdirashid "Africa" Mohamed

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