Few RememberA Poem by Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyI reached up from my Coffin to feel the dew On the blades of grass That surrounded my grave I saw the frost had chrysalides My tombstone Hidding my name My shame My beginning My ending in a cocoon A butterfly or moth No more I look around To see what newbies Could be found Resting with me In the ground A dishonorable Discharged vet Missed the parade To Arlington A half folded Torn trinket Reminders Of his failure And defeat For a country That he pretended To love Over the hill Malcolm Martin Rosa Sat still As they gazed Upon Trayvon Malice Green Blood screaming From the ground As justice made no Sound Never to apologize For taking their lives Closer to home Several unmarked Graves sit alone Legal executions Sat the tone It was time for them To pay for their crimes So the victim's families Could have piece of mind Unjust laws never saw Him breaking her jaw Or bashing her head in Cause in the end They knew he would Send her to an early grave Never admitting a mistake Was made Now the newbies can rest in the ground Cause I have made my rounds Now it is time I go back to My nocturnal slumber As I close my eyes and wonder Whose number is next As few remember while many Forget
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1 Review Added on January 24, 2015 Last Updated on January 24, 2015 AuthorJerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyPolitically InCorrect, LAAboutI have been writing since I was 9. I specialize in freeverse poetry and have cut my teeth on Political and Socially Conscious subject matters. My poetry is not for everyone but anyone who hungers and .. more..Writing
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