Sara Alspaugh, a junior at Buffalo Traditional High School, dedicated this poem to James "Romeo" Mack, 17, a classmate who was tortured and slain in a North Pearl Street apartment Jan. 21.
Our Shed of Blood
The preacher preaches his gospel of how we all are combined into one family.
But still we suffer as we are tortured into death.
Feared for what is around us and terrified for what's right outside our door.
Scared to breathe wrong
Hurting to live
So weak you can't fight strong.
Too tired to shed another tear while people who god calls family pluck your last string from your heart,
turning it into fangs
Slaughtering your innocence without any justice.
As your heart turns dark and cold.
A sweet dusk of light follows your every thought that flashes throughout your eyes.
Struck one last time, the pain seems to subside into a numbness.
You think of how or why this could have happened
Your throw away your beliefs for life as the blood overcomes the morn.
You think about how the family copes with the wickedness
As they watch while the wolves seek punishment
I find myself wondering what this world is coming to
How jealous do you have to get 'till an argument occurs
Or how a simple little fight can cause so much casualty
So much damage in fact that someone loses a life
What is there to do?
What is there to say?
A friend's life is a friend's treasure
But god's man mad family is a nightmare
Yes, everyone must follow into god's family at some point of time
But there is no race to get into it
We were put on this earth to enjoy the present day and time
But all we think about is yesterday or tomorrow
We just try to get through life as someone's friend or loved one
But god does not shed the blood of his friends
Our family scars the heart, mind, body and soul
with blood of others, the angel's blood.
In memory of our friend, James Jerome Mack, a junior at Buffalo Traditional and loved by all. We will
all miss you, James!