Bobby Tillman, 'Her Baby is Gone' (In Memorial)

We live in an age where violence knows no limitations.

Bobby Tillman photo courtesy: mwza.com

(CLEVELAND) - From Black Entertainment News: Bobby Tillman Murder: Georgia Teen Beaten To Death – "A recent murder at a house party in Douglas County, Georgia has stirred the normally quiet community where the incident took place."

"Bobby Tillman, 18, was killed at a house party in a reportedly unprovoked attack. Four separate teenagers have been arrested and charged with 1st degree murder.

"The ages of the teens that were arrested range from 18 to 19.

"Upon arriving at the scene paramedics tried desperately to revive Tillman, but their efforts were in vain. Apparently Tillman was beaten to death as the result of an enraged partygoer and there was no apparent motive behind the murder."

The teenagers charged in Tillman’s death reportedly decided to take out their anger on the next male who walked by at the party, and Bobby Tillman just so happened to be unlucky enough- to be that person.

Deputies arriving at the scene ended up questioning 60 party goers and arresting the teenagers believed to be directly connected to the severe beating death of Bobby Tillman.

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Bobby Tillman, 'Her Baby is Gone' (In Memorial)

Bobby Tillman, Monique Rivarde’s 18 year-old son,
Viciously attacked at a party out numbered by 4 to 1,
A blow so hard it broke a bone that pierced his heart,
However, from incident there’s a more intriguing part.

One hundred others actually just stood and looked on,
Standing in the driveway, street, sidewalk, the lawn,
A party became a homicide scene November 6, 2010,
Douglasville, Ga., another innocent life, a tragic end.

5 feet, 6 inches tall, he antagonized no one but then,
Attacked, punched, kicked, stomped to death, when,
One hundred bystanders, right 100 and not even one,
Raised no more than an eye brow and so it was done.

True, the unprovoked beating is a crime on it’s own,
But the multitude watching and they left him alone,
Aren’t these teens just as guilty as though to partake,
Like 100 watching a 4 on 1 while someone is raped.

Quantaz Mallory, Horace Coleman, Tracen Franklin,
Ages 18, 19, 18 then 19 year-old Emanuel Boykins,
Being held without bond at the Douglas County Jail,
Oh! If only they weren’t and I had cash to post bail.

Monique Riverdale, distraught single mother of two,
For other mom’s has vowed to do all that she can do,
There’s a focus to end the violence & that’s good but,
Year after year after year crimes, like this only go up.

Sadly, “her baby is gone” but not forgotten of course,
And still in these instances attackers show no remorse,
Assisting in a church play about, “bullies” last week,
Might this be the reason Bobby’s killers would seek?

It’s time to prosecute these thugs like it’s done in Iran,
Because in this country we have done all that we can,
Here’s a reason Muslim countries have low crime rates,
For crap like this death & nothing less will be your fate.

By Luke Easter

Special thanks to Black Entertainment News

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Luke Easter is a poet who writes about things that are very close to the heart of Salem-News.com. Another former U.S. Marine, Luke explained what drives him to try to heal the world with an approach that reaches people on a different level, one known for centuries, yet too often forgotten in the one we live in.

We live in a world of social & economic injustice. The main reason for founding America in the first place was to relieve the oppression of the King of England. Patrick Henry said it best, “give me liberty or give me death.” And yet, all too often death seems to be the only way out. Why is there such a high suicide rate especially among teens, in the land of the free & the home of the brave? What makes headlines? Good news? Ha! More depressing stories than anything else. I feel poetry takes an edge off the hurt of bad news while still delivering it but in a, “glitzy” sort of way. Giving a different perspective. Kind of like slap in the face as opposed to a knife in the back. At least with the slap you’ll live to see another day and you will know whom it’s from. I wasn’t here for the beginning of the world but at 59, I just might be here for the end.

Even though it’s still a knife, rhyme poetry helps to dull the blade. And that’s my job. You can write to Luke Easter at: lyricsfromlucas@aol.com