His Final Cries
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6/20/2022
Hear the 15-year-old cries
Of “Momma,” "Momma" as he dies.
Shot in D.C. Juneteenth crowd.
Voice of suffering rings out loud,
To a country’s conscious ears
That are deaf to blood and tears
Of the violence from the gun
Since no changes will be done.
Do the folks up on the hill
See the carnage and the spill
On this Sunday afternoon,
Their happy Father’s Day in June.
Veins yet tender, young and bold
Rise with warmth and sleep in cold?
Where was his mind as he lay dying?
For his mother, he was crying.
Say perchance he wasn’t saved,
Fearful of approaching grave.
Not on his father did he call.
Had he met this man at all?
Sleep in peace, Oh native son,
Dead on the streets of Washington.
Shot by a wanton hand unknown
Before he was a man full grown.
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2022
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