Friday, July 8, 2016

Racist Rhetoric And Dallas Cop Killings

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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