Elegy for Jonathan Ferrell

In the shadow of night, a tale unfolds,
Jonathan A. Ferrell, young and bold.
FAMU's gridiron echoed his name,
Yet destiny wove a tragic game.

In Carolina's embrace, fate took its toll,
A wreck, a plea for help, a story to unroll.
He sought refuge at a stranger's door,
A plea for aid, nothing more.

A white woman, unaware of his past,
He asked for help, a die already cast.
On her porch, he sat, a trust sincere,
But misunderstanding fueled the fear.

The call to 911, a tragic twist,
A narrative dark, where prejudice exists.
To those who came, a plea to save,
Yet, in their hands, rested the power to grave.

Approaching in hope, he faced his end,
A life cut short, a broken trend.
In uniform blue, the line was crossed,
A soul extinguished, a life lost.

Jonathan A. Ferrell, we mourn your fate,
A young life ended, a cruel debate.
In the echoes of injustice, we stand,
For a world where tragedies are banned.