There once was a youn lad

Who went by the name of Trayvon

He was murdered for no reason than George being affraid

So he calls 911 to alert them of his behavior

But when they get there it was a little to late

Trayvon lay uncontious on the floor with nothing but blood comming out of his nose

They say that George is not racist but who am i to actually know

This is the sad but true poem of Trayvon Martin

Who was murdered while holding skittles and Arizona ice tea