For a change of pace this weeks blog is a hip hop sonnet I wrote about the death penalty.
Goodbye Heading upstate one final time. Saying goodbye to my pops. Glass so thick divides us that I need to be a mime. Five past midnight his story stops. My mom’s never gone. He got the ultimate penalty son. Done is done. Gotta move on. No more battles to be won. I swore I’d study the law. Swore I’d learn every Perry Mason trick. Swore I’d spin gold outta straw. Swore this be the injustice I’d fix. Been making this trip nearly half my years. Tomorrow is time enough for tears. *Words by Patrick Blake So, in the words of the late Mayor Ed Koch, “How am I doin’?” 🙂 Your comments are welcomed!