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Amazing grace
Blankets the vigil
Where I quietly panic
I don't know the rules of shared grief
My burdened breaths feel too selfish here
how sweet the sound
Of remembrance
The silence of thousands
Hovering above bowed heads
Tongues and tears dragged down by grief
that saved a wretch like me
Praise God for what I don't understand:
What makes a boy forget his humanity
What makes a nation numb to tragedy
What it feels like to lose a son
I once was lost
Bodies folded, hands clasped
Bring me back to the cold, dewy grass
Under silent stars and candlelight
Brothers mourn
And we bear witness
but now I'm found
It wasn't us, but it could have been
It could have been any of us
was blind
It could have been any of us
It shouldn't have been any of us but
It was D'Sean Perry
It was Devin Chandler
It was Lavel Davis Jr.
but now I see
"The one thing that gives me comfort
Is I know each one of them had somebody in our class
Trying to help them.
I want their families to know that,
In their last moments,
They weren't alone."
Posted Nov 16, 2022, 4:55 PM UTC