Humming Hymns of Sorrow: a Soulful Sable Sonnet

HUMMING HYMNS OF SORROW (A SOULFUL SABLE SONNET) A treacherous trod has been this rough rugged road; The way over which we’ve come has not been kind. Our hopes and spirits have been tested and so has every mind; Oh but we've never buckled under the burden of the heavy load. Over the weary way with blood and tears, we strode; Guided by an audacious faith and a spirit holy and sublime, We survived the trials, tribulations and the uncertainties of the time; Till at last, the home of the brave and the land of the free was our abode. But now our children are being profiled and shot down in the street, While their fathers fight wars abroad for other children’s justice and liberty; And our grandmothers sit in their rocking chairs humming hymns of sorrow. Today another mother will stand over a dead child and wearily weep; For when all is said and done, the child died dreadfully due to his own criminality: How long will our communities be likened to cells of prisoners living on death's row?