Or maybe he just saw himself
Nothing but a reflection in a shadow (feeling of nothingness)
His own future cannot be seen because he is too consumed
In the superficial
No clarification here
Just a void
He feels null-in-void
I see him
Tired as if he just got out of bed, but decked out from head to toe.
His mother asked: “Where did you get that money from?”
He replied: “I don’t know.”
But oh, BROTHER-I know
That little boy chases the dead
I see his scars
War marks from his many fights with the dead.
I saw him on the corner last night selling poison to Lost Souls.
He chases those DEAD PRESIDENTS
like they are the answer to every question he has had before.
I heard him say, “Money never hurt anyone.”
Hmmm…
Presidents who had slaves, blood money built on slave labor,
BIG BUSINESSES who oppress the poor
This is its origin.
Need I say more?
Full circle
Now he’s a slave to the dead
Creating more slaves in his wake.
The next day I read that the little boy was shot and killed.
And Ohhhh, how I CRIED for him
And all that he could have been.
He chose to chase the dead when LIFE should have been his choice.
How many more lives will it take?
If you know someone like this choose to care
We have lost too many young people to the dead
CHOOSE LIFE!!
Photography by Billy Montgomery.
