The Right Mistake

What if it been da right mistake
A fool's choice of da past
A die was throwed
An roads was changed
An hurt come up so fast
A woman gone
A rage so foul
It brought you to the brink
A drunken night
An killin hands
Before you even think.
An years locked up
With simple things
Po' servant of the bell
An nights so cold
An full of fear
With screams an deeds in hell.
But you still here
Yo' time done paid
An now you free to go
The State keeps its long memory
But you've another throw.
An this time
Measurin' consequence
An humbled by the fall
You lookin fo free breath and sight
To make amends
Dass all.
An with dat little place you got
And friends done cross yo track
You havin' nights
Of healin talk
And gumbo from out back.
You checkin hate
An checkin fear
An bringing gangs ta peace
An freeing slaves
From ghetto raves
An soichin Love's release.
You breathin still
An Fate's strange hand
Has birthed another way
An where it leads
Through kindly deeds
Da blackest man caint say.

Note: Here we go again with the third book on Socrates Fortlow, ex-con murderer released to work healing and liberating discussion with a strange cross-section of friends who are looking for another way for their down-trodden inner-city community. He offers his sheet-metal covered abode affectionately called the "Big Nickel". The folks talk through a wide assortment of hurts, hates and healings. The police look on with darkest suspicions. Wonderful read and wonderful character by Walter Mosley. A strange modern Socrates still offering arresting philosophy and questions.


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