I Weep Again… dedicated To The Family Of Michael Brown

Enraged we stand in this broken country
still living an old brown paper bag blues.
While newsprint vividly tells the story but
you might not find it on the midnight news.

And I weep again, I weep for all… my brothers
and sisters, I weep for thee.

We’ve lost another and yet another. Bodies
of young Black males fall to their death.
The Black man’s future is fading fast. Whilst
we stand by with heartfelt pain, acts of
supremacy rises high again.

And I weep again before we fall, reaching
out for peace and serenity.

A shield of armed men standing strong, a
military squad it seems. Ready to pull that
deadly trigger and rip hope from a Black
man’s dreams.

And I weep again in this land of the free,
O God, they forgot about me.

Swing low, sweet chariot, take me home to
paradise where my soul roams free. God’s
spiritual place awaiting all humanity. After
our blood spills, we soar the Heavens away
from life’s earthy travesty.

And I weep again, for family and friends, Lord
what will become of thee.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Melvina Germain

Melvina Germain

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
Melvina Germain A Nova Scotian born Multi Style Poet. She is a grandmother who ponders on her ancestry and loves to teach such to her grandchildren and others. Not only does Melvina put pen to paper in literary delight, telling hard core truths. She’ll take you along the same path and depict the trials of her ancestry in art form. Her artwork displayed in vibrant colors, helps her deal with the pain that seeps within her soul. Melvina has published six books including two Kindle books and four Chap books. She is a participant in a Canadian Anthology…The Great Black North, “50 Haikus” by Prolific Press and others as well.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

3 Comments on "I Weep Again… dedicated To The Family Of Michael Brown"

Notify of
avatar
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Chandrama Deshmukh
Member

Such a soul stirring poem!
When I read about these incidents, all I wonder is ‘What is humanity coming to?’
Can’t imagine the plight of the family.
May his soul rest in peace.

I am glad poets are writing about such tragedies, it evokes a deep sense of need for change.
Seeking answers is often the beginning of a revolution.
Hope this poem reaches the victims family.

J.rid
Member

As I do wishing for this poem to reach the family. It is a time of such discord all over the world these days and yes poems should be written or how do we get a true history of events.

ruthieg33
Member

Very touching. I loved it.

wpDiscuz

One Family

One Family short poem

I dwell in a hut, down, under the shade of that tree, You stay in a nest, up, on the branch of that same tree Thinking thoughtfully over thoughts – a while; See every reason to Believe and reveal…., Dear

Twist My Heart Again

Twist My Heart Again short poem

Reached, not yet pubescence: a cloud says, moon was crazy, treading on a forbidden lake of frozen tears. Breaking fast unto death for releasing the doves in sky of hymns. The gametes were weary. Procreation will wait. Let the dark

The World Healed Again

The World Healed Again prose poem

Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and

Kiss Me Again

Kiss Me Again ballad

It is only your hands I want on me, your sweet breath at my ear. I need you forever and ever, my love, your soft whispers I ache to hear. The hour grows dark, the shadows stir. I need you

Family

Family short poem

Family. That’s what we’ve grown to be. From once not knowing each other’s names, To all being able to take the blame. The past 3 years, We’ve grown to become who we are, From the people that surround us. Our