Sense Sonnet - Acher

Black Son

My son was shot and killed same day
As Trayvon Martin, both black boys.
My son - gangrelated cops say,
So there won't be much bothered noise.
Too often it is black and black,
When in an all black neighborhood,
Young black males grow up on a track
Where the choices of bad look good.
And so bad choices killed my son,
The same day that many sons died.
The whys live while those lives are done,
Thanks to the odds for homicide.

Since he was born, it's been my dread
That I'd live to see my son dead.