* Author's Note: I am a classical poet too by the way

I know that fear makes or made you go mute,
something inside you always unsettled since then.
Wanted it resolved without you being in the dispute,
waiting patiently (sort of) on braver men.

None to come or ever stepped up so it seems,
Ms. Ruby and Mr. Adams whispering bout ghosts.
But the truth haunts more than just their dreams,
I know it even if their mouths don't boast.

No one white nor black really is ok with this,
both races of human feel death the same way.
Know that no matter the color loved ones do miss,
cry for and talk to the lost when they pray.

Please stand up and speak to the silence if you can help us still,
give the fear up to God and let Him heal it like His word says He will.