Paradox
Today, I saw a young man die
I watched men pull their triggers
I heard women exclaim and sigh
Across her chest, another clasped her fingers.
“Tell me, what was his crime?”
I asked. “What was his offence?
Why end a life in its prime?”
The reply: “E jump pesin fens!”
“Whose fence?”, I asked.
“Dat politishan fens. Na food e go tif.”
I walked on, emotions unmasked
Lost in deep thoughts mixed with grief.
Copyright © Henry Ategie | Year Posted 2017
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