Saturday morning, April 20,2013
My son Devin Ryan is the victim of violence, violent destruction:
left unconscious on a New Orleans street with a broken jaw;
injured by an unknown driver driving in the wrong lane
in the wrong direction on Martin Luther King Drive in Durham,
North Carolina, his car destroyed, the Durham PD not issuing
an accident report on the scene; a second car destroyed
when he struggled with the thief at his driver-side window.
There are too many more acts of violence, violent destruction
like these that I could report to you here. How many of you
will serve as witnesses, as witnesses with me to these crimes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem