Today the Brown River turned red

Mama and I found him dead

Jimmy, the horse man, tried to run agains

But someone...probably the Master, caught him and shot him deads

Second one this week

'He wasn't thinking', Mama had said. 'Don't you go and do what he dids.'

I walked to the river again and sat, looking at the green grass beneath my foots

'God,' I say to the birds in the sky, 'when will this end?

When will the Brown River stop turning red?'

I didn't expect no answer.

God's a man of mystery, Mama says, he likes it that way.

The river turned brown again, just like it was before

The tears on my cheeks fall from me and to the grass.

In church, Mama says God always has a way

I hope the way is toward the North

No Brown River turning red

No hittings

No long scars...

Today the Brown River turned red.

The blood runned down the current.

Racing like two kids to go home for supper

I hope they find what they're looking for...

Today the Brown River turned red...

Someone was caught running toward the North...

It was me.

HEYLO!

Wow. I'm just sitting here and all of a sudden, I wrote this.

Hope it didn't suck. I tried my best to talk like a slave would.

Black Feather Quill