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The Trial of the Brazen Boy

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The Trial of the Brazen Boy

Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who knows not what good to do
You forget your manners
Respectful to none but those with a gun
And thus having broken all the rules
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who in spite of a good mother’s love
Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion
You follow not the Golden Rule she taught
But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Thy callused heart strings untuned
What innocence is left with in your breast
What values have you for those that adored you
Having their hope replaced by your dope
Is this the life you envisioned
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Your once good name now vulgar
Your pants hang low so your butt can show
And you believe it’s sexy
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Death and violence amidst your comrades 
Will bring about your destruction 
Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal
You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Stand before thy creator
For your life for right you tossed for the left
Only now do you weep for the Savior

Copyright © Mark Goodson

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  1. Date: 5/4/2012 10:03:00 AM
    Some kids are hard to reach and even when you feel that you have, they do not know how to change. I have had several former dtudents die or be killed, and each is sad and feels like a loss to me. Great poem. Thank you for sharing it.

  1. Date: 4/30/2012 5:18:00 AM
    Well written Mark! - Have a lovely new week. - oxox Anne-Lise

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    Date: 4/30/2012 6:30:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Anne. I wrote this in responce to a former student of mine years ago who resently died by a gang shooting. When he was a boy of 13, I had warned him of the seemingly life style he was headed for. The year after he graduated, he was arrested for selling dope. I went to visit him in jail- his face showed shame at my being there. After he was released, he went back to his old habits- now he is dead. I morned for his good mother whom had raised him God fearingly, but to no avail. A young life wasted on bad friends and passion. His name was Randy.