The five ambushed bodies have most
likely the morgue not left
The tears of their families in a
river of hurt
Washing the dirt off the floor
While the living in the thin blue
line over their shoulders look
No matter how hard I try to protect and
serve
Will the embers of rhetoric fall at
my feet?
Will I be next due to the color of
my shirt?
Or the color of my skin?
While the bully pulpit fans the
flames
The hand of unity no longer part of
the political game
Police targets regardless of race or
creed
Still like most humans want to
return home at night
Yet willing to discard survival and
run to the muzzles’ light
An early protest over two dead blacks
Can we lynch them because their
trigger fingers were white?
Shooting them as rabid dogs, as a
societal blight
Do we let the wheels of justice no
matter how slowly turn
Or allow mutants of Quantrill or the
Klan justice disburse?
Guns may kill and guns may protect
But the trigger is pulled by the
heart or mind
Sticks and stones may hurt us
But words of reflex racist rhetoric
more so will kill
Our “leader” when it comes to
dividing us needs to chill!
Our junior departed King
Must be shedding his casket tears
© June 11, 2016,
Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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