Two Sonnets for Michael Brown
I.
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It’s the best profession in the world, a weapon
for justice.
A system cannot fail that wasn’t meant
to protect.
How many miles will you walk?
Just an old lefty saying what he thought,
that race is there, a troubled constant.
We must question authority, confront those who abuse power, side with the victims,
the vulnerable.
We must own the system.
We have lost our key; we are trying to find it.
We all used to read The Saturday Evening
Post.
Last year, a cheerless meal in Kandahar. It is one of our four freedoms.
I have discovered
fleece leggings.
Thank you Norman Rockwell.
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II.
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I’ve got six
fucking kids to feed.
Missed connections.
I have not lived
what you have lived.
I’m really liking
how this game’s going.
I have not lived
what you have lived.
It’s time for the Waltons to pay
a living wage.
Some behaviors stay
in the family.
I have not lived
what you have lived.
No one knew how far
we’d march.
I’d like to tell the cop I’m not
afraid, but I am.
Finally upgrading.
I will not
stop shopping.
Denver, Seattle, Baltimore.
We were told to go home in pairs
for protection.
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