There were times
and there would be times,
But endless is the moment
that still chimes
with the evil song and music of a crime,
A crime when it plucked a life
like a thief sneaking away with last breath
amidst heartbeats missing their mark
imperiled by that chaos and strife.
I bear witness against that murderous moment,
when I was left fatherless and
put on an unprotected plane like never before,
Like a boatman cast away
countless treacherous miles from the shore;
Like a pariah face
Bumping against a slammed, shut door.
No a fatherless being can’t be
the same anymore,
Moments will come
and moments will go,
But the steely vessel of my being
is almost cut to depth by that perilous hoe.
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