“Trayvon” by Rick London c2012 to the tune of Leavon by Elton John
Trayvon, Trayvon counts his money,
For Skittles and Arizona Tea,
Not a clue what he’d be encountering,
Down 7/11 way.
He had his iPod on on a rainy day,
And the next we knew he was dead,
And race wars begun,
Zimmerman claimed self-defense in a fray.
And we’ll miss Trayvon,
Not even yet a man,
All the world is grieving,
Twas a violent pattern of Zimmerman
He’d even attacked a policeman.
Just 17 not yet a man,
His name was Trayvon.
The “police”of Sanford found Zimmerman innocent hands down,
Gave him back his gun and said “Goodbye”.
While in the morgue Trayvon lay,
Enter Justice Department to defend Trayvon against “Law Enforcement” lies,
What Zimmerman said on tape was f**ing c**n that’s hate to us,
As he pursued Trayvon from behind,
This wannabe policeman really belongs in Sing Sing,
And Trayvon quickly died.
Rick London is a writer, songwriter, designer and cartoonist. He founded Londons Times Offbeat Cartoons & Funny Gifts, Google’s #1 ranked. He enjoys hiking and wildlife and often hikes with his nature photographer wife Lee Hiller-London who founded HikeOurPlanet.com