I wrote this poem this morning — it was in response to a woman who said she didn’t want to talk politics, she just wanted to bury her son:
Let me bury my child,
Tell me no platitudes
of noble cause,
of brotherhood,
of freedom on the march…
let me bury my child.
Let me bury my child,
Let me bury the dreams,
the grandchildren never to be,
the future that was planned…
Let me bury my child.
Let us bury our children,
Not by cover of darkness,
out of sight, out of mind,
but in full view of those
who condemned them to death
so that some day
no parent shall bury a child…
Jesus said, “Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.” But I find very little comfort from His purported followers in this current government…
