Times in Maycomb- To Kill a Mockingbird poem

I recently lost my whole life to this beautiful book by Harper Lee- To kill a Mockingbird.
It created a whole world for me, and I was standing there in awe.

There are times, when you fit in a tire and the world is your playground,
there are times, when bravery doesn’t reside in guns, but soap dolls instead,
there are times, when in broken spectacles, courage could be found,
there are times, when a colored man, cries his eyes red.

There are times, when there lays in the night, a dead man called bob
there are times, when a ham costume and a brother, is all you’ve got
there are times, when you save your father from an angry mob,
there are times, when behind the bars, an innocent rots.

There are times, when the summers mean friendship,
there are times, when a colored church, or a balcony is inviting,
there are times, when someone sews your pants when they rip,
there are times, when the laziest town becomes exciting.

There are times, when miss Maudie’s cakes couldn’t fix broken hearts,
there are times, when black is the hope for the lost race,
there are times, when a snowman stands in your porch as the winter starts,
there are times, when white is the lie that stares at you in the face.

There are times, when a mad dog comes your way,
there are times, when Boo  saves Atticus’s world,
there are times, when 17 bullets were not enough, they say,
there are times, when it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.MTMxNTY3ODY2MDUzOTY5OTMw

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