by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Nov 25, 2014 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems, social justice, Uncategorized |
For Michael Brown and Ferguson There is a dark ragesong rising in the streets. When they cut him open to see how he died, they recorded that his brown arms were uplifted towards heaven an open handed fearprayer more than one hundred feet away from the gunman, one more...
