Today my city weeps for the young
man
who was stabbed on the thirteenth floor of my project tenement
making his way down twelve flights of stairs
leaving blood drops of dreams
who was stabbed on the thirteenth floor of my project tenement
making his way down twelve flights of stairs
leaving blood drops of dreams
Every flight was prayer:
For his family
for his wife and kids
for all the victims that ever lived
for his wife and kids
for all the victims that ever lived
My City
is silent tonight
mourning the loss of another Black man
mourning the loss of another Black man
who had so much to live for
My city is never silent
but tonight there is no
heart beat
Another Hispanic man died tonight
and two more will die by the end of this week
and two more will die by the end of this week
Tonight my city sleeps
my city weeps
as another father is lost to another violent night…
as another father is lost to another violent night…
My city is silent tonight.
A nice elogy that I enjoyed reading. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.