So many ghosts Pleading from the past Negotiating with the future Throwing off chains And screaming from rooftops For attention in a sea Of ignorance Don’t shut your eyes and ears For these many ghosts Are deserving of respect And … Continue reading So Many Ghosts. A poem.
Your clubs and fists Your horses and mace Cannot quell or diminish Voices united as one To drown out despots And desperate hypocrites Who would hold us down With guile and inequity We march and pray We cry for justice … Continue reading March. A poem.
They stand on distant shores With the distance between (Insurmountable? Never) The ocean, just a puddle Some are unwilling to cross #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Shores. A poem.
Why march, you say. Why raise their fists in protest? If you have to ask, you haven’t been paying attention. Look outside and see the injustice. Look outside and see the fear, and the loss, and the indescribable pain so … Continue reading Protest. A poem.
White privilege Is like the weight of a thousand jackboots On our necks, on our backs But we stand, we shout, we overcome And by the time that coward leaves his baby bunker And his gestapo have been brought low … Continue reading Privilege. A poem.
Ivory towers Illegitimate power No knee can stop us #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click … Continue reading #BLM. A Haiku.
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