Son of Ferguson | A Tribute to the lose of Michael Brown


Black blood stains
Stain hot black asphalt.

Black Mother’s pain.
News of a son slain.

Six times shot!
Four long hours lain
In the Sun’s hot.

No 911 call.
No sheet.
No value.
No human appraisal.

En-caged in yellow tape.

Whilst White cop paces
Onlookers of Black faces
Beyond the yellow cage
With backs to brick buildings
Stand in grass verdant.

Stare in rage.
Heads shaking.
Hands trembling.
Bodies shaking.
In disbelief.

Another Black?
Another Black son
Of America, slain?

No more calendar months to be torn away.
No smiling future.
No more adolescent   mishaps to be had.
No more tassels to be flipped right to left. in unison.

Vitality of youth snatched away
from this son
of Ferguson.

Copyright 2014

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