Excuses

“He had a mental illness”

There’s stillness in the air

You don’t even know his name

All your excuses are the same

 

Where are the SWAT teams?

Why aren’t police bursting at the scene?

Nine people are dead

In a place where couples wed

 

Why won’t we call him what he is?

It doesn’t take a political whiz

To see what he is: a Terrorist.

We are becoming careless

 

If this was any other race

We’d stop at nothing to close the case

Yet here we are fighting

About a Confederate flag’s sighting

 

Be respectful, be kind

This was a hate crime

Be courteous, be smart

Racism will tear us apart

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My country

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