Light a candle
For the night that swallowed, The black boy whole.
Light a candle
So that his path to the after life Is as bright , as the police lights That ended it.
Light a candle
For the next boy, As a warning That this is desecrated land.
Light a candle For his father, To hold weeping.
Because he fueled the fire In the small boys heart for Revolution, and freedom.
But never expected His little boy... to be extinguished.
Light a candle
For the last fist in the air The one that never dies out When everyone else flees like scattered ashes.
Light a candle
Because even if he is gassed, beaten burned, or killed He never let his fire go.
Light a candle
for the loved ones we didn't love enough to teach them to survive. Light a candle
So that no more black, boys Have to die in the dark... but instead may live..
with a little bit of light.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Light a candle
For the night that swallowed, The black boy whole.
Light a candle
So that his path to the after life Is as bright , as the police lights That ended it.
Light a candle
For the next boy, As a warning That this is desecrated land.
Light a candle For his father, To hold weeping.
Because he fueled the fire In the small boys heart for Revolution, and freedom.
But never expected His little boy... to be extinguished.
Light a candle
For the last fist in the air The one that never dies out When everyone else flees like scattered ashes.
Light a candle
Because even if he is gassed, beaten burned, or killed He never let his fire go.
Light a candle
for the loved ones we didn't love enough to teach them to survive. Light a candle
So that no more black, boys Have to die in the dark... but instead may live..
with a little bit of light.
This is just what’s been on my mind lately.
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