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A tribute to the victims, who died a meaningless death, to the parents who still suffer, over the innocent blood shed. A young woman will never trust anything or anyone. Because it was taken from her as she looked down the barrel of a gun. Outcry! To the dear old woman crippled pled by old age, robbed of her savings and the guilty got away. A man of different color targeted one day, beaten blood, teeth knocked out because he wasn't the same. Outcry! You might think I'm wrong to bring up such wretched subjects, but I can't blanket my eyes and pretend it might go away. As a society we must do something to stop all these wretched things, because together we can stand up and say we won't take it anymore.