Harlem
Sent him home
in a long box-
Too dead
To know why:
The licker
Was lye.
it/s so sad cause people die everday from shooting, drugs, deases, and more.
Death is sad It comes unseen When it happens Nothing can be done Though we wish to It is impossible To avoid a fate As cruel as death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sorrowful poem. A deceased negro sent home in a casket from Harlem. Was liquor to blame?