How meadows
cannot green or divide hills
How lakes
cannot ripple or remain flat
How tears
cannot dry in time for another
How wounds
cannot heal or blood clot
How truth
buries its lies in unmarked graves
How revenge
fears justice will turn its back
How reckoning
fails to pay its debts
How love
becomes hate by war
How children
are born old by poverty
How dignity
cannot calm itself
How eyes
see knowing their crime
How memories
only crack mirrors
How confessions
ask only for mercy
How shame
walks pretended of grace
How forgiveness
needed to tell the truth first
How black men
turn the other cheek
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
How meadows
cannot green or divide hills
How lakes
cannot ripple or remain flat
How tears
cannot dry in time for another
How wounds
cannot heal or blood clot
How truth
buries its lies in unmarked graves
How revenge
fears justice will turn its back
How reckoning
fails to pay its debts
How love
becomes hate by war
How children
are born old by poverty
How dignity
cannot calm itself
How eyes
see knowing their crime
How memories
only crack mirrors
How confessions
ask only for mercy
How shame
walks pretended of grace
How forgiveness
needed to tell the truth first
How black men
turn the other cheek
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