Monday, September 3, 2018
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?
Copyright 2018 T. Truesdale