What are we to do in the aftermath of chaos?

Pray that it stops.

Know it won’t but still hope.

March the streets and cry out.

 

Our typhoon of contradictions

Holds a myriad of bullets

Waiting for a brown body

           to

           pop pop

 

Officer acting as robot

Doing what it was taught

Shoot To Kill? for nothing

“Take their breath away if they:

 

Talk too loud

With a slang

Walk the streets

Side step

 

Or drive down your streets innocently

“You don’t live here, do you?

Where are you headed to and coming from?

The classic too hostile so Shoot To Kill

 

Blood splatters stain

The already stained America

-I mean stained Dream

-I mean stained    typhoon

 

Someone decided:

He didn’t need his breath anymore

Blood splatters well spent.

Play god and shoot to kill.

And then turns to victimize themselves.

 

Can we justify this self proclaimed “god”

After all if it

Isn’t strong enough to admit

Its fault then is it divine?

 

Officer turns robot

Black boy turns #

Robot acts in views of the typhoon

Black boy gone too soon.

 

Unnamed he might as well be

because to them

the color is all that matters

Too brown to make the cut

 

#s are a mere afterthought

Things to play around with on twitter

To show you care

Or have compassion

 

#s don’t get us anywhere

And it seems like the truth doesn’t either

We know the truth,

But where is the justice.

 

The system tears him apart

Embalming his body to #

Headline reads: An unfortunate brown boy loses his warmth again

 

Apart he goes a souvenir for all

Head to the highest bidder

Heart to the one who shed his blood.

Trauma to those who loved him

Legs and arms to the country

The ones supposed to protect and serve

Let this Country feast upon his body

Because after all

Tearing out the heart is how we love

Right?

Shoot him dead and then yell

#blacklivesmatter

Laugh, because what’s love got to do with it