Jeffrey McCambridge - Black Friday

We wear black to remember
A day we rather forget;
We lost one of our own
The unsuspecting target.
Our fears manifest
As stories shift to the
Boogie-man and fifty holes.
It’s hard to get justice
When we still find no peace
In any American street.

We’ll remember you comrade
And fly the flags high;
Our brother, dieing in our arms
Reaching for the sky;
When they hear your name,
Our new battle cry,
Eyes will open up to the light
“I remember” they’ll say
“Sean Bell’s the reason
For our mournful Black Friday.”

Jeffrey McCambridge

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