Am I Too Young To Die? - By Anthony L. |
 | He stands there on the balcony looking at the trees.
He stands there on the podium talking to the people.
He sits there in the car, waving.
The black boy dies in the streets by gunfire; is he too young to die?
To listen to the birds in the six sided coffin wondering, wondering why?
Why did he die?
He didn’t live life – a long life like his granddad,
A long life like his grandmother.
Martin Luther King Jr. was not too young to die.
He got his words out first – to get into the brains of the young black kids.
Into the brains of the young white kids.
Are you too young to die?
I’m not running from you, I’m running from me.
He stood there on the balcony looking at the trees.
I think about it 24/7, 24/7, until it gets out, until I see something else.
I see more kids in the news. I want to be in the news,
In an article on the front page.
Martin Luther King.
He wasn’t too young to die.
Am I too young to die?
Anthony L.
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