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A mob circled the black child
Sailing to eternal rest
Eyes dilating; heart losing life in pausing beats
Ma...Mam...Mamma...
Struggling with words as he perishes—a fading star.
A mob circled the black child
Like a murder of crows
Vicious to finish what remains of his carcass
Mama..Mama...Ma
Losing breath. His punctured body oozes on
Pouring every sin left of his bedeviled flesh.
A mother is home
Without eyes, yet she sees danger
The wind hits hard on her rocky body
Feeling the ways of the old—sensing danger
He bid her goodbye
Going to hunt for bread; I may be home late
she recalls those last words.
A black child is late for homecoming
He melted into the street
Stepped on by his community
No sight; just the foul smell of blood
My son...a calabash of water
I could drink that to sleep, she sobs through the night.
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IN THE EYES OF A GOD
PoetryThis second publication of poetry emerges from a deep reflection of society. Each poem explores problems ranging from our individual selves to society in general. Follow me through IN THE EYES OF A GOD to the reveal society's greatest flaws.
