(remembering Robert Louis Stevensons' 'Treasure Island' /'15 men on a deadman's chest, et al 'remembering the dark songs.'
10 cops shooting in a woolkids' chest,
may Mr. Grays' cold body, broken back, and soul be laid to find rest.
1 cop adopts 2 homeless sons,
he tutors them nightly, their future brightens.
In the land of promise, their future brightens,
A light goes out, a life is done.
If one must be shot, why so many guns?
Many families pray nightly,
spare my family, my son.
And maybe while praying, they are wonderin',
look to the shooter askin,
'what if it were your son?
Some cops are not, some cops are best,
may every cops hand be ever blessed.
(May those that uphold the law be humane
may the treatment be just, and God spare the lives of those
that those cops arrest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved it! Great poem and prayer. Thanks