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Jonathan’s Poetry Corner introduces, “Lost Son.”

Here it is, the first installment from Jonathan’s “Poetry Corner.” Our first poem is in honor of black history month, […]

Here it is, the first installment from Jonathan’s “Poetry Corner.”

Our first poem is in honor of black history month,  focusing upon what is happening within our inner cities.  No matter the outlook, too many of our young men and women are falling through the cracks; our child needs a father and mothers to illuminate their lives and guide them to a better way,  so this poem probes that ideal.  I hope you like it,  and it touches your heart! This is entitled,

Lost Son 

8ab631e499f5c47799d2e4126d24e1d1Looking back I wonder

Where have all the GREAT MEN gone?

Are they buried underneath broken tenements?

lost is halls of PRISON!

Hushed by their bars.

Silenced by their rage.

Left with hearts that no longer cry out!

…the words of Malcolm,

or the mercy Martin.

The sonnets of Richard Wright,

The freedom chants of Fredrick Douglas,

The blood of Huey P. Newton,

They have not heard the words.

They have not heard the words.

I have to tell myself…

That one day they might see.

Their souls might yet heal!

Their ears may hear…

Before death follows

Before their legacy disappears!

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