Black Poetry : Tag on his toe

Anwar Aswad Ami

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TAG ON HIS TOE

My child left the house
To be a child of the night
Running the street with his sunshine friends!!!!
They’ll be the cause of misfortunes in the end.
I wonder if my child is coming home?
I hope the dope devils will leave him alone.
They use to chase him, but he runs no more.
I believe they caught him for his spirit seems sore.

It seems all his days have turned to night.
The trip he is on is a no show flight.
The things he is doing is so insane
Why can’t he feel his mothers pain?
He’s so close to the top
Why can’t this madness stop?
Out there somewhere burning up his brain.
With everything to lose, with nothing to gain.

Night after night, I lay awake
My other sons and daughters, weep at his mistakes
Oh, where is my son?
When will he show?
A lot of mothers have been where I am today
Wondering if they will receive a call that their child is DOA
How many mothers must feel the pain?
While their sons or daughters die in the bloody rain.

Please don’t let me see him with a tag on his toe.
I don’t want to see him in the morgue with a tag on his toe.
Who can she reach out too?
Who do she tell her troubles too?
Mr. Preacher man! Mr. Politician man!
Is this in God’s plan?
You see you created this system that can’t decide.
All the children, just go along for the ride.

Scare him, shake him
Frighten him, shock him
Arrest him and beat him if you must
Sometimes life can be so unjust
But don’t kill him for I’m a mother and it’s hard to let go
My child can never come home no more with a tag on his toe.

Hello! Ms Smith. This is the police calling
Are you robert smith mother?
Yes he’s here ms. Smith, yes he’s gonna stay
You see ms. Smith, robert was d.o.a.
No, he won’t be coming home no more
He’s in the morgue with a tag on his toe.
He had and insane thing running round in his brain
Out there where no dreams can come true using crack-cocaine.

Peace he just couldn’t find and he will never know
That he could never return home with a tag on his toe.
Was it a drive by shooting or a gang thing?
A police bullet or crack-cocaine
Lord! I’m in a sad mood tonight, but it's no quiz
I know where my son is.
What he was doing was eventually going to show.
He could only reap what he sow
He’s now in the morgue with no smile no laughter
Just another body on a cold, cold slab with a tag on his toe .
© copyrighted 1996 jahway anwar aswad amir
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