I paint grafitti on the street walls to ease my pains,
Biting my lower lip in deep thought of it again,
The sound of the gunshot is still loud banging in my head,
I wonder why I was the one to see that very death,
Someone I didn't know but now am scared,
That bang and his scream are hard to forget,
I was so afraid that day I could scream,
The whole night staring I couldn't sleep or dream,
Then the papers splashed the photos on the frontpage,
And my witness I couldn't give it in,
So up to today am still hurting within,
For denying justice a chance to prevail.
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