Said Man Lost To Hate
Said Thomas
I a hustling peddler,
hungry mouths to feed.
Do you know what's it's like
to stare upon hunger!
especially that of a child!
Tackled and hurdled to the ground like an animal.
Silent eyes stare,
Jaws stretch down,
Lips hanging,
Air stalls,
Hairs raised,
No cry,
No words,
just traumatizing disgust.
This a moment needs no oxygen.
The world stands still.
Anguish is silent,
- who will question a lunatic cop with a gun.
You!
You!
You!
Then who?
I Thomas!
was
Someone's Son,
Someone's husband,
Someone's father,
Yes,
Now I have
hungry fatherless children.
Who will stand for them,
Replace my love,
Cuddle them with nice things,
Send them to college,
the killer COP?
Who intentionally shot
and took the life out of me.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2016
Copyright © Al Juman | Year Posted 2016
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