For Mumia (Father)

On a cold December night
Blue suits tried to fix a fight
Between life and death
As Mumia fought for his next breath
When all was said and done
They’d planted upon him a killer’s gun
A “legal” tomb would have to do
To silence his tongue
A voice so vibrant
A spirit so resistant
To their tyrannical ways
A Judge as corrupt as the crimes
Mentioned in his court
Leaned his support
To a truth-less prosecution
So as to up the notch
Of how many he’s led to legal execution
A case built on false, lost and tampered
evidence
Was seen as irrelevant
Sitting in the court could’ve been an elephant
And it like the truth would’ve gone unnoticed
Death.
That was his peers’ decision
Easily decided as what
To view on the television
It’s been years since that day
That day in infamy
One that should never have come to be
Cause Mumia should be free!
I’ve read, like many,
His powerful, passionate words
Of which there are plenty
And it is from them that
I’ve grown to call him friend
But to me that is not the end
As a child without a father
To have him guide me
That is what I feel he has come to be
A friend and a father
A father who has led me to be free
A father who has taught me what
It means to be a revolutionary.
He has given me hope amongst agony
And shown me how to be strong
Where others bow down in defeat
He has taught me that you never
Surrender and never retreat
For I have learned that
If he,
An ordinary man
Can bravely stand
In the face of death
And continue to fight
Not just for himself
Not for wealth
But for the people!
Then we shall fear not
What we must endure
Rather we should strive
To follow in his compassion
And stand behind him
Just as he
Stands beside you and me.