[RCL]

The Martins’ Grief

Martins, are you grieving
For a Golden Child’s sad leaving
The safety of your family tree,
A leaf, alive, torn from your tree?
Ah! As your broken hearts grow older,
Your burning passions will grow colder;
But anger still will singe your sighs.
His killer lied; your child in leafmeal lies,
And weeping, you can hear his cries.
Not forgotten, Trayvon’s his name;
Sorrow’s springs are yours, the same.
What mouths said, and minds repressed,
What hearts heard, and your souls guessed:
It is a blight you’ve seen before;
It is all Martins that you mourn for.