johnny was

~inspired by "johnny was"- bob marley~


she cried
she held her head and cried
comforting her, i kinda tried
but my tears also started flowing
and haze in my brain started glowing
like her, the daze in my mind was showing
secluded sorrow
shuttering dreams of tomorrow
no side shows
she stammered-johnny was....
....johnny was a good boy
the creator of sparks of joy...
that was always embedded in her soul
now they have taken him away from her
and the reason she doesnt even know

johnny was a good boy
he was a good boy

body riddled with slugs
happens oftenly to those who live in rags
coz they were born in wrong families
sweat and blood to make full their bellies
beautiful girls watch petals of their proud womanhood off and they cant do anything
coz that's their slumming tactic
yellow tapes, body bags, cold hugs
siren sounds, disturbing the serenity of the hood
souls of mischief

johnny was a good boy
he was a good boy

and she cried coz she knows what's true
she cried for every youth felled
everz daughter who is hiv infected
through rapes and dirty hustles coz she trying to feed her younger siblings
coz mama and papa are gone, another street victims
she cried coz of everyone in jail
coz they got no strength for prison bails
and she cried for you and me
every ghetto youth coz we endangered species
and this never ceases
and she cried, johnny was a good boy
he was a good boy
a good boy, good boy


~A Lost Child the Poet of Darkness~