Phil Panebianco (Bronx, New york)
A Sad Day
A sad day when kids replace books with guns.
A sad day when words turn to violence.
A sad day when home becomes what they fear.
A sad day when knowledge is now learned in the street.
A sad day when colors result in hate.
A sad day when a life of opportunities is wasted in a blink of an eye.
A sad day, is that this day, is today.
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