the streets are screaming for respect and honor
the mothers are screaming for the lack of children’s body armor
little Julio
six years old; playing in the yard
screaming at the top of his lungs with delight
a child’s innocence ripped to shreds in one second of adult insolence
the bullet traveled fast
screaming through the air
into little Julio
out of little Julio
screams of delight turn to screams of denial
when the masses realize all hopes for maturity of the infant soul
are now bleeding out on the same streets
that are screaming
for respect and honor