Trayvon Martin
Rest In Peace brother.
For I pray that’s what you found.
As you lay in the ground
You hide from worries
And in the stillness of it all
You can contemplate the meaning of time
As you walk the streets of gold
There you don’t find isms
They look diligently
But have yet to find you
Rest In Peace brother.
For as long as I live, you will too.
I will not let the world forget of your martyrdom
A cause bigger than all of us
One that can blot out the blue
In the sky and in the ocean
One that requires a life or two or three or four
The war is almost over
As we approach the land of nomore
It’s a slow march to the end of the strife
Your blood screams for Justice
And it has yet to dry up
Rest In Peace brother.
For death has relived you of your duties.
“How many more martyrs will bleed their last before we wake up, stand up, demand, and fight for justice?”
