Plea
the man, the man...
like Samaritan of lore, he comforts the down
turning about he sees
his loins laid bleeding on the street
all those years flash his eyes
as he cradles his son once more
and tries to keep him there
the man, the man...
on the street, within hours
speaks to the world, his neighbor
as even then, ignorant anger swirls about
"today we stand here to plead"
"calm for our communities to stand united"
"why are we doing this?"
"step forward if you wanna loose your sons"
"otherwise calm down...and go home"
the man, the man...
© Goode Guy 2011-08-11
for Tariq Jahan and son Haroon
http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/08/10/us-britain-riots-father-idUSTRE7794OP20110810
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZ1VjUSKevc&feature=player_embedded
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2011
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