Rushing home late from the train station
A man in a hoody, that the police report later described as
   “Haitian”
The man in his business suit on his way home
Belt buckle and cuff links sparkling chrome

Stopping at the corner store for a light
Looking around frantically as something wasn’t right
The cold metal barrel pressed hard on his neck
He didn’t have to turn around to check

Instead he looked down, the newspaper in his hand read
   “Unknown Mugger Strikes Again”
Three shots rang out his last words
   “Amen”
Body limp on the concrete, blood pooling around
When the man in the hoody was arrested all he could say was
   “Is it cause I’m brown”

The memorial service is Sunday
The family distraught, gathered to pray

The lottery numbers tonight read
   “Eighteen, Nine, Twenty Seven and Three.” 
Another winner shouting in glee