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Comments about Richard Colson
Shotgun By Javon Johnson
when the state decides to murder its
next black child do not go gentle do not
hold hands and sing we shall overcome do
not turn the other cheek pray but remind
them of the shotgun in your throat
tell them there will be no more do not
tell the mother everything will be okay
it will not her chest will be an empty
rum Barrel a broken whiskey bottle and
over some gospel song she will manage to
go on black folks seem to always do but
honestly who should have to go on like
the father will try to be strong...