The stark blue lights are still flashing outside,
while my son's tears run black on his cheeks
and he trembles desperately in my arms.
When I first heard the shots I was slow
to pull free from sleep and out of my bed,
while his sweet innocence had already led
him to see the full act from his window
and what lay displayed on the street below.

Those two young men had been as gods
to all the neighbor kids, and mine;
but now the rumors were resolved,
entwined in death, their love affirmed.
I pulled my sobbing boy against my heart
and wondered where to start, how to explain.
Can I protect his life against such pain?
And this I knew: he must always see
this  father's love unconditionally.--
A man the fugitive had refused to be.