The Sad and Scary Death of Trayvon Martin

With all my heart I hope I'm wrong about the outcome of the George Zimmerman trial. But, even if I am, Florida's Stand Your Ground and Concealed Carry laws constitute a recipe for disaster.

The Sad and Scary Death of Trayvon Martin

by Rick Lime

In the past in the south you’d be lynched

By the cops or the Klan if you ‘ere pinched

In the sun shiny state

From the fears and the hate

It appears that they’ve not even inched

Trayvon Martin was killed for the crime

“Bein’ black in the wrong place and time”

In the rain in the dark

In a closed gated park

The young boy was shot down in his prime

Of the white man who shot the boy dead

And his family, a lot has been said

They’ve a good catholic home

On their lawn is a gnome

But for black folk there’s fear and there’s dread

When the man and the boy met that night

Some believe they got into a fight

Others say Tray was shot

When he ran and was caught

But the diff’rence it makes will be slight

‘Cuz, the sad fact we don’t want to see

Is the statute, the law, the decree

“Stand Your Ground” when afraid

Could’ve been tailor made

And the jury will have to agree

So, we’d best hold this simple truth dear

In our ignorance, crippling and sheer

That the guns that we own

Leave us scared and alone

And we can’t kill our way out of fear