THE UNWORTHY
By Vincent Johnson Reader Comment
Thirteen years ago today
My father passed away
A veteran of World War II
He died poor with hardly enough to be buried
Can you imagine me belly-chained and shackled
Escorted down the busy boulevard of central
In Los Angeles?
In my fresh Ventura outfit
I stood over silence in silence
Ashamed to cry before the guard
I halted hot tears at the borders of my eyes
Five years later I was finally freed from prison
Three dollars and a bus ticket to L.A.
That's al I was worth?
You mean after all those riots and fights,
After all that jacking off and crying,
After all the fear, missed youth, and longing for hope
All I earned was three dollars and a swift kick in the ass?
The unworthy!
