Inside your pain
I did not see your hurt
The time has come for you to fly free
Life has dealt you a losing hand
In death you are four of a kind
My heart hurts
My eyes blind
Reality has not set in
You are never going to be there again
Oh the words i wish i could have spoke
The time well wasted
Your soul a beechen of light
Your kindness uncanny
You were the inspiration of your generation
This world has lost so much
But heaven as gained an angel like no other
I will miss all you gave and cherish all i have gained
Rest well my brother and keep watching over us
Someday we shall see you again and what a glorious day it will be.
There you stand at heavens gate
This ain't your same ole truck ride
This is your destination
Tim this is your best realization
This is where a man of such love and care for others belongs
You were a rock for your family
A lifeline for your friends
A hero for your son
A foundation for your wife
You had a unique sense of humor
A fresh take on life
You were the one i called first when i had a problem
You always answered the call
You answered every call from anyone who needed help
You were a friend a mentor a wonderful human being
I and everyone you knew will miss you eternally
Fly free free from the pain my friend
And soar like the angel you were in life.
Love and miss you my friend from now on till forever.
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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