To Kill A Mockingbird

The fight was on,
Tom Robinson wouldn’t teach us to shoot,
He was the inconspicuous Sheriff.
Word got around,
He was to play cowardice,
Never too tired to play keep away
He was fifty, and nearly feeble.

My father talks about defending like a sin
He would make music for.
The fight was crazy,
Uncle Jack instructed we could tackle all but Mockingbirds,
For they don’t eat Miss Maudie’s garden.
With guns we went hunting for a sin.

Victor Oyedele