A victim of the sword
He died in battle.
Honorably he died.
For a Flag.
For his colors.
We loved him.
He lives on.

But Aaron,
Aaron died by the sword.
His battlefield was a barrio.
He was a soldier marching into battle.
Not knowing when the fight would come.
But he was ready.
His flag always raised high.

He died an outcast.
No honor.
He died for his colors.
The streets they took him down.
His son, a bastard.
His death a victory for society.

But Aaron fought the war.
He died valiantly
a ghetto son
with no way out.
The books will say he’s a statistic.
that died in gang violence.
No stories will be told about him.
He was no national hero.

He was a man.
A beautiful man
A man that died.
His blood spilt on the battle field.
And he is forgotten.

His banner now torn.
His body cold.
He died tragically.
a victim of the barrio.

 
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