We Shot

A poem about current US Race issues.

On your side,
Lying

Traced contours 

Of your shoulders
In white lines

Where you died

 

Red hands up
Don't shoot!

Don’t shoot!

Black vans and clutter: 

Please, don't shoot
You'd flee and he'd know better

 

Cameras: Don't shoot!
Shutter then a white light
Lord, please don't shoot.

 

Forward a white lie
We never shot

On the Bible,
We didn’t shoot

 

A last breath lost
Red hands and bruises 

Where it was torn:

And we still don’t know

Is history

Where it's supposed to be?

 

Begging

Please

Don't shoot.

 

Cameras might rust behind bars

And they’re the only ones
Still screaming:

 

“But thy shot.
They f*****g shot

When they didn’t even need to.”