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
This poem is about:
My country