Black lives still matter

“We don’t see in colour!”

But we do

It’s just what we choose

To use:

Our solidarity? Or the

knees of white men in blue

That made the purpling

Bruise

When he crushed the breath

Directly out of the neck

Of a pleading man, they

choked to death

All for a possible bad

Check

It’s a death sentence for

Them:

To be born different than

The men who wrote the

System.

It is not enough to be

silent

When our fellow humans are

Killed. Legally.

Our black family turns to

hashtags yearly.

We wave their flag

But are seen to be “thugs”

Because they are not

allowed to be upset

In the eyes of the

Powerful

Who have the privilege to

Forget

George Floyd was black

And for that he bled on

The concrete

Denied any semblance of

Dignity.

The red of the innocents

Blood on the streets?

That is the colour we all

can see.