After Dudley Randall
“Oh, Mother, I’ll be fine today.
I’m just going to see my friend, Pat.
Don’t worry, I’ll be home by eight.
Please don’t forget to feed my cat.”
“Be careful, Son, a storm is coming—
clouds of black men are on the rise.
They have chains and clubs, and crying
anger from their blood-shot eyes.”
“Oh, Mother, I am so afraid
that you were right, I saw, as such,
wave after wave, just like you said,
angry men running, yelling so much
and pointing their terrible knives,
but I ran as fast as I could,
me and my friend ran for our lives
through bushes and alleys and woods.”
“I told you, Son, that hatred swells
when any man has no heart.
If only we respected well
each other, then maybe we could start
to heal and put away distrust,
and all of us could live as one,
for in God’s eyes, this is a must,
then love for all just might be won.”
“Oh, Mother, I know that you are right
about all of this and that…
Thanks for caring for Black-n-White,
my wonderful colorblind cat.
Perhaps we can learn from that cat.”