The Dawn of a Nine Year Old Boy’s Angelic Eyes

By Claude Robert Hill, IV

Where did all the lights go?
As I stepped out of the back door;
Going to take the garbage out.
About to open the garbage can.
My little nine year old self.
Found himself suddenly in
The midst of angry growling sounds.
Who is growling?
or better yet how many folks were growling around me?
The darkness in the alley felt so thick.
It was all around me.
And then I felt what seemed like one man,
two men or a whole crowd of bitter men surrounding me.
Didn’ t have time to feel fear.
I just knew something was wrong.
I could taste so much death around me.
The thickness in the air was a sign of
what was upon me.
Then I saw a crowd of lit up eyes around me.
Coming closer…
Now right in front of me.
I could taste the end of me.
What were these things around me?
Hungry wolves?
I couldn’ t tell at all.
Suddenly, I could hear simultaneously
So many triggers being pulled towards me.
I felt the hunters’ wrath upon me.
Then my soul’ s light came upon me.
Whispered to me that you will be okay honey.
Then an angel pulled my beautiful soul out of
my nine year old body.
As a hundred bullets ripped apart my nine year old body.
I cried!
I cried, as wicked men murdered me!
I just wanted to be held one more time
by my loving mommy.
I just wanted to play baseball one more time,
with my loving daddy!
There was nothing that I could do!
Those wicked men shot off my new brand name shoes.
All that wicked laughing got louder and louder,
And police sirens stirred about and got closer.
All those wicked evil men got away.
My mommy ran out the house
and fell on top of me.
Lifted up her prayer hands
over my dead nine year old body.
All that gruesome horror
became my prime time news story.
Every part of my nine year old body
was scattered over the….
Wait a minute! The lights just came on again
in the alley.
And my mother fainted,
where she once prayed over me.
The police bagged up parts of my once living body.
My mother was taken quickly to be hospitalized.
She refused to open her once hopeful eyes.
I was practicing spreading my angel’ s wings.
Had to stay close to momma
And make sure everything was okay.
I sang to my mother our favorite church song
Entitled, “Peace Still Survives.”
About 4:00am in the hospital bed;
She finally opened her eyes.
I stood proud, with heaven’ s Angelic wings
upon my back.
And told her that I will always love her;
There is no beginning or end in my
forever loving vocabulary.
She said, “Please don’ t go my son!”
I kissed my mother one last time on the head.
I disappeared right there in front of her.
Appeared once more at the garbage can.
Opened the lid and put the garbage bag
in the garbage can.
Had to finish my last chore.
To honor my mother and father.
There were so many bullets…
So much blood.
I could see a toe and a finger
behind the garbage can.
I cried and said, “And soon wicked men will be no more!”
I am a churchin type of nine year old boy.
I thought of Psalm 23 one last time.
Prayed for my Mom and Dad one more time.
Prayed to God and the angels to stop ‘ Black on Black crimes.’
Then I vanished.
God called me home.
What I left behind, as the sunshine filled up that alley
was an angel’ s feather.
Ms. Johnston my neighbor of 94 years of age
lives next door to my house.
Slowly walks out to the alley,
Where I was murdered last night.
She walks on a walking cane.
Used to babysit me since I was born.
She fell on her praying knees and cried and said,
“Why? O Why? Did you take that precious nine year old boy away?”
Then Ms. Johnston looked over and saw my angel’ s feather;
that I had left behind.
She looks toward the cloudy blue smiling skies and says,
“I get it, God! You are recruiting the best of us. You are building
your army of angels up. So, you needed the innocence
of a nine year old boy to lead your charge.
I know father God that you are near.
I release all my remaining FEARS!!!
For now heaven possesses our dearest blood.
A nine year old angel boy.
Our champion…
Heaven’ s champion is now watching all over us.”
And then she sees the face of that nine year old angel boy
Smiling back at her from the cloudy blue clouds,
where the Burnt Orange Sunrise Jewel fills up the morning sky.
Now all of the darkest alleys
And all the darkest places,
Where evil continues to roam shall face a new angelic hero.
This is the Dawn of a nine year old boy’ s angelic eyes.
Watching and protecting black children everywhere,
At any time,
with his angelic giving smile.