Unprecedented
Unbelievable that it’s not
No justice no peace
Prayers lost in the winds of a social hurricane
Reality has not changed, just the date
Every day is another routine injustice
Call out the perpetrators, the bystanders, every capable human being
Each murder is a glimpse of Hell on earth
“Don’t or Else” is what we’re told, but why must there by an “or”
Easy to hurt, easy to hate, easy to destroy, easy to die
No more hope or patience, only burning hearts
Trust no one, friend or foe, you just don’t know, when you’re confronting the po-po
Each to their own oppressor
Dream your American dream – just don’t wake up
George Floyd d. 5/25/20
I to bow or die
Can’t yell or cry
Breathe and survive
When the looting starts the shooting starts
A time when video isn’t enough
Arms sore from the weight of posters
Communities transformed from the looting
Murder starts wildfires from age-old flames
Tension swaddles the police and protesters
Non-lethal shooting while protesting lethal actions
Racism starts and runs until humanity’s battery dies
Natasha McKenna d. 2/3/15
You made designed the maze
You promised food and water
You dangled freedom in front of me
You said it wouldn’t hurt
You aimed, ready to kill I scurried about, unaware of the
Target painted on me
Christian Taylor d. 8/7/15
I demand justice and change
Don’t deny me after centuries of horrors
I wanna live without fear skating down my spines
Or die without a blue cloud looming
And I want my young to be judged by
The content of their character
Kenneth Chamberlin d. 11/19/11
Officers, Officers, why are you here?
Officers, officers, do not make me disappear
Officers, officers, can’t you see?
Officers, officers, you are oppressing me
Officers, officers, I have my cards
Officers, officers, there’s no need for guards
Officers, officers, your hands can relax
Officers, officers, why can’t there be pax
Officers, officers, don’t touch the guns
Officers, officers, please think of my sons
Officers, officers, why’d you have to take your guns out?
Officers, officers, remember, we know what it’s about
It’s not real: John Crawford d. 8/5/14
It’s not real
Bitter irony rings out as another
Black man faces reality
A reality too real too present too lasting
Déjà vu recalls a reality fantastical in
Its injustice
It’s not real It’s not but –
I am I am I am real
It’s not real It’s not real but –
I am I am I am
