His name was Brown, his face was black <br />he walked alone outside his shack <br />a siren sang across the track <br />and signaled clear the next attack. <br /> <br />A man in blue, a crackerjack, <br />took aim and made the evening crack - <br />yes, just another maniac - <br />the bullet holes mark Michael's back.<br /><br />Terry O'Leary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/michael-brown/
