This may not have been written specifically for him but I’m dedicating this to Michael Brown and his family. With Love, from South Africa
Mongane Wally Sarote
For Don M. – Banned
It is a dry white season
dark leaves don’t last, their brief lives dry out
and with a broken heart they
dive down gently headed for the earth
not even bleeding.
it is a dry white season brother, only the trees know the pain as they still stand erect
dry like steel, their branches dry like wire,
indeed, it is a dry white season but seasons come to pass.
Darren Wilson Testimony: Michael Brown Looked Like ‘A Demon’
Wilson’s testimony largely reiterates the version of events he provided to the St. Louis County Police Department the day after he fatally shot Brown in August…
“And when I grabbed him, the only way I can describe it is I felt like a five-year-old holding onto Hulk Hogan,” Wilson said of his struggle with Brown. “That’s just how big he felt and how small I felt just from grasping his arm.” Wilson told grand jurors that when he and Brown struggled over the officer’s gun, Brown “had the most intense aggressive face. The only way I can describe it, it looks like a demon, that’s how angry he looked.”
Wilson’s testimony sounds a lot like South African poet, Chris van Wyk’s telling of how hundreds of innocent apartheid detainees were killed in prison. The police with nothing but these pathetic excuses.
Hactivist group, Anonymous, doing their bit by exposing Wilson after he tried to conceal his identity on Facebook – THREE DAYS after the shooting – boasting of how no one would ever find him.
Love and condolences from Tucson Youth Poetry, Arizona
To Mike Brown’s parents,
Rest In Power
The media says they are dropping the truth on us like it’s a case of bombs,
when in fact,
the bombs are still in the media’s hands.
They brought out a whole new war tool:
that make your eyes burn,
that cuts off your oxygen.
White washed is the journalism
covering black revolution.
We all saw the news
colored hands reaching for the sky
Killed by a man whose job is to protect and serve
failed to serve
made no efforts to protect.
Excuses flood the why
people ask “why are you so angry?”
as if the askers don’t read
don’t see the “no, don’t shoot”
don’t see others not being treated like human beings.
As if being human is an error
an excuse for a trigger.
Let’s go back to the beginning,
the one we often seem to forget,
the one we keep in the past,
but keeps on repeating history itself.
Mike Brown is not the past.
He is now.
Mike’s name in every mouth,
Hear our cry for justice
mend broken bonds
in our eardrums.
can treat us
less than human.
To deal with pain, trauma, loss of life
you have to become
more than human.
We stand in solidarity with Mike Brown, his family and all of Ferguson.
May our noise,
our protest of this inhumanity
from Tucson to Ferguson.
Tucson Youth Poetry Slam
And the world came together…