MOVING ON

I came upon, a colored man

Extended my arm, to shake his hand

He just stared, and then he ran

I did not quite, understand

So I gave chase

 

He didn’t run, very far

Jumped into his, sporty car

I screamed please stay, where you are

And jumped in front, of his Jaguar

But he just, made his motor race

 

He tried to quickly, drive away

But I still stood there, in his way

He kept coming, anyway

I pulled my gun, and fired away

So, he ran me over, in that place

 

He also died, from his wounds

The sirens wailed, just like loons

In chapels, people sang hymn tunes

While we lay dead, in our tombs

And our families grieved, for the human race

BOEMS BY JA 631      

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