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the streets are burning.

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.

Sixteen-nineteen

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.

America:

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”

Attention, class!

Start taking notes

Here’s a lesson well worth learning

They’ve called your bluff

Enough’s enough

Which is why the streets are burning.

© C.M. 2020 All Rights Reserved


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