A poem by Sheila Bore. BLACK LIVES MATTER

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When death is the only way for people to pay attention

Then we have reached a new level of crazy, it’s worth a mention

It doesn’t take a race to highlight dissention

For when we whispered, spoke and even shouted from the rooftops; it seems, our audience memory is short on retention

Instead it’s best to send us to detention

Insidious discrimination has taken a new form of ascension

For long term atrocities have been thrown at the black colour, people, race, with stigmatization and condescension

Black Lives Matter

This time around it has gone to a new dimension

The pain, the stress, pressure and tension

It’s not just one random incident that needs prevention

It’s the pervasive acceptability, protecting the camouflaged racist with no suspension

This indeed is beyond comprehension

While black lives, young to old, live in apprehension

In societies that silence intervention

Instead, they say the blacks should let the law decide, there is no circumvention

Black Lives Matter

Yet, who is the judge, the jury and executioner to give a GUILTY charge to a case investigated with focused dedicated inattention

Hidden behind law, the streets are new courts are an old invention

We don’t need more meetings, parades or conventions

Black Lives Matter

What we need is change in the subjectivity and commitment to living with intention

To make changes for your own comprehension

As this is the only redemption

Black Lives Matter ~~~~