So Much More

"So Much More"

How can I write a poem about my childhood heroes when they die?
As if the pain of mourning could overcome the pain of murder
So Rusty and Tom Terrific must take a back seat
To the deepest pain of all
The pain that I feel when those who are supposed to serve and protect
So callously kill and heartlessly hate with nightsticks and knees
When freedom is stomped on and tazed until dead or paralyzed
How can I reminisce about World Series games and no-hitters
When so many have no life and no future because the color of their skin
Brands them criminals on the day they are born
Yet when I was born my skin gave me rights and privlage that precedes every step I take
Every door that I approach is open to my flesh with a welcome mat made for just my kind
I want so badly to cry for Tom Terrific, but my tears are mixed with mud
The mud that stains society because the Blue lives seem to matter more than Jesus Christ
Because God Almighty has blessed them with superior light
The sadness is so profound, writ large in my tiny mind
Yet somehow the clarity becomes smothered in the fog of lies that choke my heart
And then there is the soffocating virus that drowns 200,000 that have no more words to pray
And in the midst of this rising fever the children are sent off to school as sacrificial lambs
And evil lives in the comfort of our home and plans 8 more years of Hell on Earth

How can I mourn the loss of chilhood heroes when there's so much more to lose?