Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.144.94.139

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

1968

Beaten on the school yard
Cursed on the bus
Not all the kids hated whites,
The few left in the hood.
Haters sat at dinner tables
Hearing the call to “justice.”
Just like us.

Nine – not near ready
To understand the chemistry of
Hate.
Fear haunted me, 
Dark sickening fear,
A sticky gray fog covered
My days and my nights.
Afraid for all of us, and those
Eager to do harm.

Naïve, ignorant, only knowing
Fists and slurs.

April fourth, June fifth, 1968
All the world raged, rioted,
Hated against hate.

The only voices that pierced the fog came from
The men with the power to wage peace.
Inspired by the truth trickling through
Muddy cheesecloth filters covering our minds.

Dr. King was only a man, but of God.
His devotion to the Power of Love
Drilled into my heart
Injected me with guilt and
Passion.
Bobby Kennedy was only a man,
But a visionary.
The truth, seemingly invisible to us,
So painfully twisted his face.
Both men dreamed, and now…
So do I.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required