Another Mother Weeps
Another Black body, another mother's child,
was strung up in a tree, the latest "suicide".
We're told that we cured racism; we don't see Black tears.
We're told the last lynching dates back forty years.
But the last twenty-six counts more than seventy in seven states.
Violence haunts us. It stalks us. It blinds us to our fate.
Reports are buried; this one a single sentence
"a body was discovered", no one to pay their penance.
We live in segregated bubbles, separate and inequal,
while we refuse to see that our reign is god damned evil.
We can't even acknowledge that our country runs on hate.
Because white supremacy corrupts us even still to this date.
So as this mother weeps with those who wept before,
with her ancestors, and their ancestors, ripped from their shores,
let candles light, let solemn prayers be spoken.
Let us do what's needed to truly fix what's broken.