Also by Michael Ray: O.G. Skaters Throw the Hammer Down via Yo! Venice.
Two lives cut short by impotent rage.
A killer’s family remains whole while the victim’s is wholly disfigured–
Limbs of a family tree which can never be grafted or revived.
Today marks Sunny & Sabs’ death day.
Two bodies now six feet underground, but one killer asks to be free.
Two bodies: one mother, one daughter, both hacked from the family tree.
A thief of life, wishes to walk among the living, but a community says no:
“Justice must be served for these horrible crimes and the community must be protected from him!”
A robber of family, wants to walk among the good, and the good say:
“I don’t want him to hurt anyone else.”
A murderer, but not on death row, the community speaks out once more and says:
“There isn’t a doubt in my mind that my own life would also be in danger if this sick POS were to be released.”
June 7th marks the day when Sabrina and Sunny were slain in their home.
2000+ have said no to the release of convicted murderer Jacob P. Cayer.
Who will be the next to say, “No.”
Sign the petition against the release of convicted murderer Jacob Cayer:
#JusticeForSabsAndSunny ⚖ #StopAsianHate
A guitar duet with La Santa Muerte on the harmonica.Continue reading “Requiem Q”
They came with defeat’d flags,
Broken spirits and tatter’d rags.
Hats of red and hearts treaded in black–
Cryin’ as though they had just been laid upon the rack.
What a difference a day makes,
A summer’s assembly was cited as a riot,
But home-grown ʇerrorism walked unmask’d on a wintry day .
T’was once too PC to take a knee, n’
T’was once too much to stand for water with le grande nation sioux
And thus woe, lest we forget,
to Plant seeds of #Hope,
Plant seeds of #Compassion,
Plant seeds of #Love,
Plant seeds of #Inclusivity.
Seeds of change are in always in abundance in Liberty’s Garden for those that care to dream.
What a difference a night makes,
The flames of intolerance have quietly subsided.
Bathed in moonlight and star shine,
Luna’s scent calms the tears of pepper’d stain lashes.
They left on deflat’d winds,
Rudely awaken’d from a television dream;
Shoes stain’d by a Benedictian tree’s (Inimicus Fraxinus Americana) sap,
And faces worn by the stretch of fear for a day that didn’t come.