Language of the Unheard

This is a verse for George This is a poem for Philando This is a memory of Oscar Continuing the fight for Malcolm Venerating the wisdom of Martin This is a call to action Even if just a fraction Causes this cause to gain traction For people tired of the inaction The people have spoken And decades have passed Nothing has changed Protesters still getting gassed With years behind them Trying to stay quiet One murder Two murders A thousand It's no surprise That this protest is now a riot Flames flitting in and out of frame Guns glinting as bootlickers offer more of the same Tin badges holding themselves As above the rest of us I scream in disgust What gives you the right To murder my neighbors? What gives you the right To brutalize my friends? These fires ignite a memory And makes me sing Noting the similarity To Martin, and also Rodney king I'll stop now My angry rambling I'll leave you with a quote Most would think It was said by Malcolm But it was said by Dr. King It's not absurd He said it "A riot is the language of the unheard" That is the wisdom of Martin That's why we continue to fight for Malcolm That's why I remember Oscar I wrote this poem for Philando I wrote this verse for George

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