Dear Troy
Tonight they killed you
Like they hung your grandfathers from the trees
Like they beat your fathers in the streets
Saying “This is justice”
And I don’t think the word will ever get clean again
In America we talk about fair trials
And reasonable doubt
Until we are blue
Until you were blue, and cold
That officer’s widow is still a widow
The hole he left still gapes
Unsutured by your death
And twice as wide now
It is a hole in all of us
Tonight they killed you
And we are less with your passing
Less free
Less ourselves
Smaller in the face of darkness
But we will shrug tomorrow that what’s done is done
And we did all we could
Didn’t we?
You should have seen our facebooks, Troy
I stumbled across your blog while hunting for dos passos's "all right we are two nations" quote. You rock. Thank you for writing this.
ReplyDeletei wrote a post almost two years ago about troy davis, and posted the dos passos poem in it, and at that point i really did think it was going to end differently. so, you're welcome/thanks for the compliment, but i really wish it was under different circumstances. sadly, we are still two nations.
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