Poem: When hatred is a blinding force
In the usual manner
Someone called the police
A black man was seen misbehaving
A black man was put on the arrow’s path
The police arrived
Minutes started ticking
Like death, they came to bring sorrow
A quick glance and the black man was sentenced
Not to one but seven bullets on the back
The streets of Kenosha witnessed another slaying of justice
Like silent assassins, the police are killing black men one by one
Like rabid dogs, they are not restrained by the human cry
As if George Floyd’s death was not painful enough
They opened fire without hesitation
The intent was to kill a black man
The threat of a black man was beyond the human mechanisms of conflict resolution
The black man had to die to restore peace
In a barrage of bullets
A young black man was left paralyzed
A son, brother, father, cousin was maimed for life
A man named Jacob Blake was shot in cold blood
In that instant, the whole of the black community was tortured
Anger, frustration and a hundreds of years of pain was awakened
In a moment of anguish, protesters came from all walks of life
To pour their disgust in the streets of Kenosha
The rest of the world looks on with disbelief
How many more black men have to die?
Before the force of hatred is extinguished
And humanity is restored
How many police officers are willing to go this route?
Only time will tell
©
Kenneth Maswabi
0.00 ORPLE
AMOUNT DONATED
Be the first to donate