Trigger

As she stopped her vehicle along the highway

Got out of her car, listening to someone yelling

“Get on the ground”

“Don’t move”

“Put your hands up”

Tears begin to swell her eyes, her children looking out the window

Could this be the last time they see her,

As she stepped forward with her hands up,

asking what had she done wrong?

Being BLACK is your crime and it is punishable by DEATH as he pulled the TRIGGER!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gone

As he lay there with his eyes closed,

Knowing that he left with his story told,

He gave his all until the very end,

We didn’t want let him to go.

He was a man of statue and grace,

Always with a smile on his face.

Telling jokes and saying rhymes,

Making us laugh up to his time.

He was loved by many, a friend to all,

a father to most,

with a heart of gold.

He is gone but will not be forgotten,

He is forever in our hearts.

 

This is dedicated to my father in law whom passed away this past week, Mr. Edward Thomas Tyson.