so many systems so many murders so reminded
of intolerance. a man jogging, in such loneness, while losing his life. a woman
but a target, door shattered without an announcement. such dear violence such
deep disgusts alongside our depraved history. eight murder shots while so
justified as we notice the nation is healing. the lawnmower at its grass, the
leaf blower at its mites, our officers at predispositions. such a god-complex
such raw engagement while expecting citizens to kneel. we seem undercut while
lives are precious but not one a decent understanding. like running with scissors
or brushing with razors at something so ill-gotten. such timebombs given to
protecting while eager to murder. such pressure or depletion while sparked on
power. the soil knife, the digging shovel such raw interrogation. our hands up,
our bodies for sacrifice, our souls raped of decency. by a screeching reed by
Christ’s blood to disagree with such rage. replete with hostility while
listening for tone to demand submission. our guts our penalty our flesh or skin
or honorary murders. so disgusted the oceans of our pride while black integrity
is a joke. the weeders the machine while too wise to listen. such premeditation
such deliberate bullets while feeling esteemed. the broken lattice the raging bull
where humans are playing mind-checkers. as marionettes so tugged asunder so
humiliated. our mentalities our disputes as surefire graves where the model is
to murder first and figure later. such exaggeration, in a land anti-black while
publication must take the back burner. to dream of mutuality or met by
shoebills where society has caiman teeth. our children taken; our property
levied our bankrupt morals. to have such a curse to force through traffic while
most lives are overlooked. it has happened, they need silence, while we don’t
ensure peace. to edit our behavior to replace our memories where one senses
something inevitable: those tired recorders those intolerant cameras in such an
age where lives are inconsequential. the battle for decency the rug bleeding to
look over at black faces. such strength while so precarious an encounter is
like possible death.
