They Did Not Hang My Son Today
They did not hang my son today
But they killed hers.
He was nineteen, they say.
At dawn
(Always at dawn)
They took him and
Put a noose around his neck.
They did not hang my son today
But they killed hers.
What does it take
To force a young man to confess?
A pregnant sister's shivers,
A sick father's
Pleas?
They did not hang my son today
But they killed hers.
He had taken to the streets
Did he yell out their death?
Did he spell their end on walls
With green colored spray?
They did not hang my son today
But they killed hers
How foolish it would be to try
To comfort her!
To tell her that he is a hero
That this boy, her son,
With his last innocent breath,
Sealed Evil's certain death.
