The Fool Players: Judgement at the Golden Shovel by Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim

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Judgement at the Golden Shovel

A Poem on The Pool Players

By Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim




Below we have the original poem “The Pool Players by Gwendolyn Brooks, followed by the poem “The Fool Players by Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim” 


Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks (June 7, 1917 – December 3, 2000) was an American poet, author, and teacher. Her work often dealt with the personal celebrations and struggles of ordinary people in her community. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry on May 1, 1950, for Annie Allen, making her the first African American to receive a Pulitzer Prize. One of her most celebrated poems is “The Pool Players” about the plight of black youth, led astray, and outcast. 


The Fool Players by Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim 

is inspired by the unfairness of the circumstances of the Pool Players. It is based on a conversation where the poet learns of a friend, who suffers domestic abuse in silence. However, unlike the Pool Players, the author alludes to the scales of justice being balanced in the end for The Fool Players. 


THE POOL PLAYERS. 

                   SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.


We real cool. We

Left school. We


Lurk late. We

Strike straight. We


Sing sin. We

Thin gin. We


Jazz June. We

Die soon.



THE FOOL PLAYERS. 

                   JUDGEMENT AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

by Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim 


We, real not cool. We

Don’t play pool. We


Know hate. We

Con tem plate. We


Judge you. We

Don’t play no fool. We 


Decide fate, We

Don’t forgive. We


Don’t wait, We

Adjudicate. We


Weighed the scale, We

See you Fail, We


Leave no clue. We

Judge You. 







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