I knew nothing of the war by David Michael Jackson

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I knew nothing of the war
except what they told me,
that it was for freedom.
All I really remember is the boy
lying on a concrete slab.
I remember the dried blood on his cheeks.
I can’t make out the race so well,
he’s a brownish boy
just lying there with his
bullet wounds,
staring that stare.
His arms are at his side in
the photo
and he’s lying on his back
on this grey slab.
That’s all I remember, really,
just the boy.
No soccer matches for him,
Mom won’t take him in the SUV.
He’s lying on his back on that concrete slab
No one called the police.
It won’t be on the news.
They won’t interview the parents and
seek our help to
find
the
killer.
There will be more
at
ten.

When it All Falls Down Poem

When it all falls down
again
What do you tell me
What do you say to me
that it was good while it lasted
that the branch always breaks
and falls
every time
into the leaves
and just lies there
waiting for me
to pick it up
to pack it up at supper
and serve it with a kick
of can do
can make it
do care
does matter
When it all falls down
again
When it all falls down
again
When it all falls down
again

Indigenous Man by Agnes Cherokee Rose Sarje Thomas

Indigenous Man
Agnes Cherokee Rose Sarje Thomas
Agnes Cherokee Rose Sarje Thomas

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