The Killing Of Malcolm X Poem by Ray Lucero

Fifty three years have come 'n gone;
Since that cruel, and fateful day
For a victim of hearts gone wrong
For want of justice, a precious life he'd pay

In a hail of gunfire "Malcolm X" did fall
Mortal wounds he would not survive
A man of 39 who once stood proud 'n tall
Died before the ambulance could arrive

Hardened hearts have grown softer this day 'n age
In some ways life is better, in some ways worse
Altho in history books, he earned a special page
Evil men still make good use of Malcolm's hearse

Justice still eludes too many in this land so great
The evil seeds of corruption growing, without end
Backs' of "Rainbow folk" still carry most the weight
With thinning patience, a warning they now send

"We must eliminate corruption before it is too late! "
"It's we the people who shall direct our Nation's fate"

ROTMS