Silhouette's Symphony
5 silhouettes stroll through a white town alone
the sight of them causes residennts' mouthes to foam
4 jagged stones are thrown
aimed to shatter the dark kings' destined thrones
3 skins ripped to the bone
what needs to be sewn is something unable to be shown
2 fever pitched cries
while the others' bloddied tears dry as their corpse faces the sky
what it must be like to die on MLK drive
with white men driving o'er their eternal homes
1 silver iphone recording turns the silhouettes into a Black Lives Matter clone
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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