He can feel the fear in his body as it tells him to run. It tells him to run and it tells him to hide. It tells him to fall down on his knees and beg not to be killed like his father was killed. It tells him to beg not to have a gun put in his back like his uncle had. It begs him not to be shot down like so many other boys and men that looked like him and then went on in life to become nothing more than hashtags and names on shirts instead of living out the lives that they were on course to live.
