By brian francis
A man laid out on hot tarmacadam
Bound and tied cursed and blamed
Held down, a weight upon his neck
his pleading cries to beg for breath
“The man” his knee of domination
Symbolic of a nation’s shame
Unchanging truths, hidden privilege
A caste below that just goes un-named
People rant, and rage, in their clusters
Gather to watch the moment unfold
Silenced twitching life fading ebbing
One more negro dead on the ground
The tide of anger tears and frustration
Seeing unity, form of a disparate crowd
To march as taught by long lost heroes
To rise and gather to force some change
Ignorance held, the highest pulpit
Counter logic and thoughts untamed
Power claimed to end the struggle
Rebutted in the people’s name
Now is the time to drive out the demons
Those people who just refuse to accept
Equality as the rule of our nation
Needs to finally be the law of the lands
Copyright © 2020 brian francis
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