This day of mourning
subdued by swirling images of despair.
Cascading visions casting shadows
of thing that were never there.
This father lost in a murky shroud
descending is life’s cost as he cries out loud.
Silent death! the shattering of his reality
he can hear it’s echo in the den of inequity.
The false pride of our fore fathers
wonder in the eyes of our sons and daughters.
Unspoken words in this unforgiving heart
the shackles upon the truth! no demanding of proof.
Hope can stumble yet still defiant when humble
pluck the seeds of content within tangled weeds we resent.
Casting dreams upon the currents of torrid waters
cries! whispers! darkness surrenders, who really remembers.
The lies in the broken windows of my eyes
a child’s smile, uncertainties thrust! still I trust.
Like fathers before pondering the futures many doors
abruptly changing tides, uncertainty is along for the ride.