For
the Children
Our nation reels with Mother’s tears
For American Black boys and men over the years;
The brutal remains of the innocent we bear
To their stark and premature graves
.
The young in their virility stripped of humanity,
We must ask who then are we?
If we do not demand accountability;
Of all those deeds that made our Mothers cry,
Just why did this democracy allow them to die?
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2018 T. Truesdale
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