Even Stephen had a right to life
But it was snatched away by the blade of a knife.
Snatched away on the dark night 22nd April 1993.
Five or six youths with knives, if that is even Stephen, I fail to see.
Even Stephen had a right to an unbiased investigation
Did it happen … not at first but his mother’s protests rocked the Nation.
It was not even Stephen, what those boys did
It was not even Stephen that evidence and statements were twisted and hid.
Even Stephen had a mother true and strong
She has fought for justice for him making sure she’d right the wrongs.
Was it even Stephen that you’ve been robbed of twenty years.
Stolen, your future, your hopes and dreams and all your fears!
Was it even Stephen that you had to die that night
But for changing buses you’d not of seen those boys, not died in your final flight.
You have left a legacy its true changed laws and procedures too
Was it even Stephen that they laid a plaque for you
Was it even Stephen that they vandalized it several times too.
Even Stephen, when was it ever, even for you?
I thought of Stephen Lawrence tonight and so I re-posted this poem that I wrote about him in 2013. God rest your soul Stephen life was never even for you. You deserve to be remembered!