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Poem - A Child is Dead

A policeman shot a young man here in my hometown. The officer claimed self defense. Both the officer and the victim were white. This tragedy was marked with irony when the father asked why his son’s death did not trigger the same outrage as when black youths were killed by policemen. In my mind, a father’s impudent rage accounts this gap in societal awareness. The poem “A Child is Dead” is an exploration of this rage.

A Child is Dead
Poem for Day 219 – 20150807

A child is dead,
the world should burn.
Tear down the mountains,
fill in the valleys,
turn back the sun,
my heart is numb.

A life is gone,
the sky should cry.
Wash away the land,
erase all the signs,
forty days and nights,
to match my tears.

Vengeance come here,
blood for blood the price.
Bodies piled high,
each more guilty than the last,
stacked like cordwood,
a wall around my soul.

The child was mine,
precious treasure left the world.
I would stand in world ruined,
sky fallen and land drowned,
vengeance gained from shore to shore,
if only this could bring them back.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Tags: child. poem, parent

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