Ferguson Poems - Poems about Ferguson

It's a place I know, my feet familiar with each timber plank that deck the way, the smooth ones and the ones buckled and raised ready to trip an old man's foot. I know the name of every boat moored along its length, the repertoire of sounds played by the tides and restless swells, its intimate whispers. It could be...

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Sorrow are the memories we now all share Understanding we want to have peace with you Forseeing that there would be such a spark Fighting for that love and all it can do Emotions of anger and fear fill our hearts Racism was well on its way to being a thing of the past Inside we have curled up or...

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It’s raining…. Clouds is all WE see. Darkness looming at every corner. It’s raining…. Hail is coming down. From all angles. Darkness looming at every corner. It’s raining…. Thunder echoes our ears deaf. Clinging at the rear. Of our broken bridges, we fear. Darkness looming at every corner. It’s raining…. Mist cowers our eyes. Wiping, we feel them burn. Burn in anticipation as we stretch to see. To see and save...

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Oh Ferguson. Simply kindling for a bonfire blackened white smoke hate marinating into flame hope dining on what remains what happened to your soul what happened to your soul hope dining on what remains hate marinating into flame blackened white smoke kindling for a bonfire Oh Ferguson....

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Poet: Ken Jordan Poem:  Ferguson  Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: August/2014 America, Hands Up Don't Shoot! Young  black males are dying, faster than seconds on a clock, and nothing is done Just another young brother GONE - They killed Pac,  In Vegas nothing was done They killed Biggie In LA nothing was done They killed Oscar Grant, In Oakland, (at Fruitvale station) nothing was done They killed, Trayvon  In Sanford, Florida nothing was done Hands Up Don't Shoot! Wake up America! Open  your eyes, see the pattern  here? Hands Up  Don't Shoot! Young  black males are  being murdered and  their cases run  cold...

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Curfew . . Won't do!...

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(This is a true story) A man committed murder in 1991 and again in 1993. He was evil and he lived less than one mile from me. He beat his wife to death with a bat and decapitated his friend. He showed no mercy when he brought their lives to an end. For over two years, he kept his wife's...

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