Poem Analysis: The Walking Dead

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Hotline scream
Organize and rally the people, the pigs are loose and stinking up Las Angeles, there 's been beatings and shooting, as graphic as your worst nightmares! Those who bear witness to these events have battle scars to match their story, like Michael Zinzun, an ex-black panther, he fought against racial injustice, and that doesn 't just include blacks. At 1 am, he awoke to screams in the distance, startled, he rushed outside in his night clothes to find a handcuffed man, being beaten on the ground. Or Gil Garcetti story of how a man in uniform, can cast a spell on the jury like a mythical Greek siren does sailors. Also, when the gears of war start to turn, and the sound of gunfire fills the streets, shop owner Richard Kim does his …show more content…

It’s kind of like the TV series “The walking the walking dead” in a way, just without the zombies. Their 's people shooting and others trying desperately to escape with their lives. I can’t say I relate to it in any way because I never been put in a situation where I had a gun pointed at me.
But, from your story I could tell your situation was dire and you were just a person caught in the crossfire. I can’t imagine the courage it took to aim your gun and shoot just to scare off your pursuers, instead of returning fire to kill. I just want to know what was going through your mind at the time. When you chose to leave your shop in the hands, of the growing riot. Moreover, what you were planning to do if your shop burned down during the riot or looted. I hope none of that happened to you, and your shop stayed in the condition you left it.
So the last of what I have to say to you is, whether you were leaving your shop unattended because you didn’t want to be the reason for anyone getting hurt. All your choices you made throughout your story seemed like you could hold your own. Anyway, I think I know why you chose the path you did because it was the best way to help dowse the riot in the …show more content…

With the stories I spoke of, they come from all walks of life, but each person in these stories wanted to help the best way they could. They all wanted to free themselves from fears cold embrace and provide that knowledge on to the next person. That knowledge is something most human’s lack, an ability to govern are selves, thoughts, and principles. A repeating conflict that haunts every nation, kingdom, state, town and city throughout the world in ever time period recorded. In the end, the people who deserve a spot in the history books are the ones realize the problems and act as the hotline to express that