A brother killed, fresh blood, on the streets,
Paid wages to sin death and hid the receipts,
The ink on the papers, is what my brain eats,
A youth lies in blood, don't blame the police,
Boys do not breed into men, but, into beasts,
Trying to look for peace, from between fists,
Don't be the next bad story in the papers son,
The right knowledge makes a boy a real man.
"Papers"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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