d-i-s-possessed

to the memory of rayshard brooks
gunned in the black by police on 2020 june 12

tho your throat escapes my knee
living is no guarantee
iron fists will bring you back
with a bullet in your black

hard to fall asleep at night
you’re a shadow to my sight
lest you stain this neighbourhood
let me spill your blinking blood

how did you escape from jail
did our parole system fail
did you steal the shoes you wear
from the outlet over there

we don’t need a garbage man
be a beggar if you can
there’s a project in the east
where the likes of you can feast

truth so negroid cannot true
legitimacy accrue
adam must have made a slip
when he sprang noir from the hip

     tears and blood coagulate
    where your ego i deflate
heav’n forbid i should be wrong
when your misery i prolong

© Copyright 2020 June 15
by Clyve A. Bowen♫