Rush river, rush
I hear you no more
Rush, O River
My ears are sore.
/
Once tree, now log
My bones lay across
One day, firewood
Today a cross.
/
Sing, sparrow sing
Your song in the tree
Sparrow, I weep
No music for me.
/
Please Mother, please
Lay down the gun.
The day is over—
Mother, they’ve won.
/
by Cail Judy
December 2009
Published in my poetry chapbook Down To The River, inspired by prominent African-American authors
This poem is based on Bright & Morning Star by Richard Wright
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