By: Cedric McClester

Black lives matter,
Though black blood is cheap?
Listen to the mothers
Who know so weep
From the activist community
There’s hardly a peep
Maybe it’s because
They’re fast asleep

Black lives matter?
Why does it seem to stop
When a black is killed
But it’s not a cop
And the relatives
Are forced to go out and shop
For the casket and clothes
That provide a backdrop

Black lives matter,
But in what sense?
When it’s black on black crime
It gets lost in the rinse
And the reaction of activists
Is never as intense
Hence it keeps happening
At our expense

Black lives matter?
Or so they say
And they always want the officer
To have to pay
We can understand that sentiment
When it comes into play
But what about the things we see
Every single day?









Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.