“Abdul” (spoken word)

His name, was Abdul
2 streets away from my avenue
He was calm, collected and cool
A great boy no doubt, but also was a fool

Peer pressure,luv of the crew & gambling too
Made this young man drop outha school
From a good home, a household well to do
He reduced that love to a family of two

I was 9. was the first time I heard a gun,boom
But in yrs to come, I won’t be hearing a few
He wailed as he fell on a nearby pew
No one came, not even a dude frm his crew

Abdul laid there hours til moms heard d news
Heartbroken she was as she cried “only 22″
I watched in shock as he entered a place new
his body got cold as his soul flew

Decades have passed
But the memory I still think it through
Please stop the violence I ask.
lest You make an Abdul out of you.

Nwanguma Ogo (Sic)