Cornerstone Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

For Montrell Jackson - with Immense Respect



I was tired physically
And emotionally:
Disappointed by the reckless comment
Hurting at heartlessness that wouldn't relent
Disappointed by the hate we couldn't prevent
Entrusting my heart in the prayers I sent.

I swear to God
I loved this city
Those who cared were much appreciated
But I wondered that few in the city reciprocated
Out of uniform I was a threat that colour created
In my uniform my own people were alienated.

Look at my actions
And how they speak
I was guarding the streets to keep you free
A gentle giant and protector that sure was me:
Questioning my integrity, can't you see
You'll tear us apart indefinitely, it's a tragedy.

This city must get better
This city will get better:
Love my baby son Mason with all your might
Give him the hugs that are his birthright
Get together and build a citadel of light
Let him see his old man was right

That we go nowhere when we hate and fight.