Politicians are paid as a last resort
to attend the summit accomplishing nought
but flap their lips expose their gums
feed their face and fill their tums
all the hot air they expend
I don't exaggerate
discussing climate change in the end
will only exacerbate
the ongoing problem long-since forming
a future foreboding of global warming
for every page and pamphlet printed
put in the post or stuck on walls
about ecology and saving the woods
it seems to me yet another tree in the forest falls
and I believe for every drop of acid rain
a flower dies
somewhere under the darkest skies
a new-born baby cries
With apologies to; Ervin Drake, Irvin Graham, Jimmy Shirl & Al Stillman
one would wonder where is this garden on the hill
unsighted from many searches, now I’m standing still
bewildered and weary I sat down on a log to rest
I know that I have given it my best.
this garden has no flowers or weeds to pull
nothing illuminates when the moon is full
the soil is crusted no rain touches down
I can only imagine an image on this ground.
perhaps I was dreaming about this garden
my heart once soft, now becomes harden
to lose my ideal garden will leave me with hurt
won’t carry this picture of useless dirt.
the scented ambiance and the colorful array of floral
was once thriving with mountain laurel
vividly within my mind is Ervin kneeling in jeans
tending to his garden, planting what true beauty means
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Don't Shoot
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: November/2014
My hands
up!
Don't shoot!
POW! POW! POW!
Michael Brown
Eric Garner
Kimani Gray
Kendrec McDade
Timothy Russell
Ervin Jefferson
Amadou Diallo
Patrick Dorsmond
Ousmane Zongo
Timothy Stansburg Jr.
Sean Bell
Orlando Barlow
Arron Campbell
Victor Steen
Steven Eugene Washington
Alonzo Ashley
Wendell Allen
Ronald Madison
James Brissette
Travares McGill
Ramarley Graham
Oscar Grant -
Black men
gunned down
by
White cops -
When
will it stop.
My hands
up,
don't shoot!
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