“My Bad” Sonnet

On the bleak avenues where we poor live
(The ones not swept for rich suburban kids)
A catastrophic drama one man gives
(Apologizing for tragedy lived)

For some personal shortcoming he died
(Known only to him & his assailant)
Maybe he cheated? Maybe he lied?
Witnesses reported he died valiant

“(The victim) was clutching his chest… saying,
‘My bad! My bad!’ His last words — he said
‘my bad’ four times. …Were his last words [living].
It gave me goosebumps. [The last price he paid]”

For some established rule of the poorest
Death was delivered to one man homeless

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/nyc-crime/21-year-old-man-fatally-stabbed-brooklyn-shelter-article-1.3841501

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