Death Of A Youth

How old is to old?
How young is to young?
For Death knowns no number
Death knows no age.

I have the same dreams as you.
I have the same hopes and fears as you do.
Then why do I not have the same rights as you do?
Why do you hunt me like a animal in the concrete jungle of life.
Why did you track me down the side walk river.
Then gun me down.

What Devine power made you the hunter and me the prey.
Is it because my eyes are not blue like yours.
Could it be because my skin is dark like the dirty it was created from.

Why do you hunt me.
Don't you know I am not a animal.
I am a man just like you

poem by Jackie Compton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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