No Imminent Danger

Andrew Spradling

NEAR forty years now, in a bustling place,

Where learning and winning was accomplished – not chased.

A boy lost his life from a flick of a finger,

A mind full of hate, but no imminent danger.

Till the mind told the hand, “You must pull the trigger.”

And the finger and hand, they complied – with vigor.

Footprints in snow, blood in the hallway,

Three slugs put poor Arthur down that day.

The very idea was so horribly shocking,

There was no hint of a threat that folks should be stopping.

I spoke with his father, so many years later,

A gentle old man, who did us a favor.

Still trying to make sense of the loss of his son,

A boy of fourteen, his race just begun.

And now that these murders are so commonplace,

An overlooked clue might lead to disgrace.

So look lively, and sharp, and…

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