Tuesday, April 28, 2015


My heart is heavy
My mood somber
Finding it hard to express
While my mind wonders

So much injustice 
In these modern times 
The more things change
The more they stay the same

Another brother taken
Too young, too soon
A mother, father, grandmother 
A whole community mourns 

Angry words to the already insulted
Tear gas, though already crying
Rubber bullets shot at the already wounded
Barrickading the already imprisoned

By preconceived notions
Centuries of hatred and poison 
Treated as second class citizens 
Expected to bow down and take it

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