George couldn’t breathe.
He’s not the first.
Hearts —black and white— are yearning
to speak for those
who’ll speak no more
And now, the streets are burning.
to present day—
Still freely born to die as slaves
Slain victims of
the skin we’re in
So many lost to half-dug graves
Masked men loom
and tear gas flies
as years of pain reddens the skies
A single life
kindled this strife
illuminating silenced cries
“Rebels!” you say.
“What can be done?”
“Smoke churns throughout the night!”
You can fly like birds
You can touch the stars
Yet, you won’t do what is right.
Why can’t you see?
This land is brave, but all aren’t free
It’s not too late
to start anew
Not as “us” or “them”, but “we”
Start taking notes
Here’s a lesson well worth learning
They’ve called your bluff
Which is why the streets are burning.
© C.M. 2020 All Rights Reserved
Please feel free to share your thoughts by leaving a comment below.
If you enjoyed this little blurb, I’d greatly appreciate you
giving it a like or sharing it with someone you feel might also enjoy it.
You can follow me on Twitter for new posting updates.
Last, but not least, don’t forget to follow this blog for more stories and poems.
Ciao for now!
Featured Photo Credit: Pexels/Pixabay