Quiet Mountain Essays

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Hit Parade
by
Jabiya Dragonsun

Full of life
Eyes bright with music
Your joy
Your excitement for life
Soothed the anger inside

To hear you speak of home
Gave reason to endure war
To hear you sing
Shaped my life

You were not a casualty
Just a victim
A target
A number of war

You were not counted by
The Viet Cong
Never listed on their charts
On their hit parade
Your death was never music to
Their fine tuned ears

My firend
My brother in war
You
You
Frankie you were
Another King
Another Malcolm
Another nigger in the bush
Gunned down by stars and bars

Another score added to
The Ku Klux Klan's
Good old boys
Hit parade

Contributor's Notes...

Mr. Dragonsun, who hails from Philadelphia, is a well known poet in Detroit.  This poem is from his collection,
Hit Parade, published by In The Tradition Press.

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