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Tragedy On a Wednesday

Nothing important happened today, according to an omission in the local newspaper Metro page The death of my best friend ... my husband, this sad story of injustice was missing Such a horrible ghetto tragedy wasn’t worth one drop of black ink A bucket of widow tears, and a heavy casket of stolen years ain’t much to write about Their light compassion darkly color my thoughts The coroner said specifically more, though the jargon was impersonal and technical: Six bullets ... cranial hemorrhage, two collapsed lungs ... four broken ribs And a beautiful face unrecognizable from a brutal beating My loving spouse was last seen getting stopped by two police squad cars Handcuffed and whisked away, my beloved took a cold visit to the morgue later that day Nothing out of the ordinary happened is what the police arrest report said: Belligerent attitude ... refused to eat his food, got violent when questioned ... didn’t follow any of the rules The dry report clinically concluded: Suspect resisted in the interrogation room, and reached for an officer’s weapon Fear for a lawman’s life obviously was priority number one Deadly force was justified, so they say But, what about the beatings before the discharge of the gun? Oh, all of the accused officers got a medal pinned on their professional life The judge tossed the lawsuit out ... said it was simply the vengeful rantings of a grief-stricken wife My meek, mild-mannered man was slanderously portrayed as a drug addict who went berserk Truth be told with a graffiti spray can; pure honesty sackcloth arrayed, he died going on his way to work Nothing too important happened today, just another ghetto funeral parade Nothing that important happened today; truth got covered up and buried, as the arbiters of justice looked the other way Nothing too important happened today, only black shrouded pain on public display Mental distress note to self: My personal tragedy occurred on a Wednesday

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 10/10/2017 1:09:00 PM
Hi Freddie, This is such a sad and honest write. The truth is not always told. Many tragedies happen in the inner cities everyday, but they never get heard. You expressed that very well in this piece- Alexis
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Date: 10/9/2017 5:39:00 PM
Heartbreaking poem Freddie. So sad and well expressed with your writing.
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