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Jun 2020
9 minutes in ****, spent
pleading for rights the world has
failed to give him, but the white man
won't listen as long as he’s on that racist
coloured mission - a bent knee, once a pledge
of loyalty but now an act of atrocity: a snap,
crack and one final bark as a shade of black is
smashed, into the sharp, hard ground of the world
he once loved - so, please don't be silent, pick up
what is left at the pavement, a human life taken,
shackled, name-cuffed to a movement that
should have never been needed, but it now
rises, out of a community shattered,
to defend those lives that
should have always
mattered.
Written by
Tom Salter  19/M/Brighton
(19/M/Brighton)   
205
   Fawn
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