A busted tail light
A car made on the radio
Many traffic citations
Identified again
A question asked
Produce a license, a registration
Previously placed in a pocket
with a gun in the way.
The permit had been issued
Carrying legally it said
A graceful hand on the pocket
One loud moment rang out
Reality struck again and again.
Red quickly colored a shirt.
A fearful baby cried,
as a pretty woman did pray.
Justifiable homicide reigns no more, a good man is dead.
Copyright Denise A White
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