Rest in Peace

[pinerow]

Rest in Peace ©Ramon Piñero 7/8/2005

They killed
him on
Saturday;
he was
walking
with his
friend
and his
cousin.

Christopher
Rose
a fifteen
year old
I
did
not know;
although
I’ve seen
his face
in every
city
in every
town
in every
little
community
where
I have
ever
visited.

They killed
Christopher
on a
Saturday;
no different
than any
other
Saturday;
‘cept...
this time
they killed
him.

An innocent
little
boy,
listening
to
his
iPod;
walking
with
his friend
and
his
cousin.

This time
it was
in
Brooklyn,
‘though,
it coulda
been
anywhere.

coulda been
my grandson
in Oakland
coulda been
your
daughter
in Peoria;
coulda been
your mother
in
South
Central,
or your
girlfriend
in
Malibu.

They killed
him
Saturday;
he was
listening
to his
iPod;

He was
fifteen
years
old.

I have
socks
older than
that.

I have
forgotten
more than
that
dear boy
ever knew;
he coulda
been
my boy;
he coulda
been yours.

Christopher
Rose;
(what a
beautiful
name)
was killed
Saturday
for his
iPod;
ten years
ago,
they
woulda
killed
him
for
his
Air Jordans
or his
Niners jacket
his Pistons
jersey.

Steve Jobs
called
Mr. Rose;
all he
could say
was
“I’m so
sorry”
What else
could he
say.

Christopher
Rose
was killed
Saturday
he was
killed
in
cold
blood;
stabbed,
bled to
death
on a
street in
Brooklyn.

Where are
the
hip-
hoppers
so-called
‘gangsta’s’
this
so-called
thug
culture.

fitty cent
did not
call the
dad;
neither
did
Eminem;
Christopher
Rose
is
dead;
he
was
fifteen;
he was
killed
by the
sons
we let
grow
without
nourishment
grow
without
love
grow
without a
real
Dad in
the house.
(I’m not
talking
‘bout
somebodies
‘baby daddy’

A real
dad
in the
house;
not a
midnite
booty
call;
not just
someone
you are
‘kickin’ it wit’
at that
time
for that
moment
on that
day.

Christopher
Rose
is
dead;
they killed
him.
Saturday;
stabbed him
for his
iPod.

And our
lost boys
killed him;

who do
you
suppose
will
be
next?

[ornotna]

1. I like it, thank you

I read about this poor boy, very sad.