'Be anxious for nothing..." ~Philippians 4:6

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

QUARANTINE LIFE: POETRY PROMPT—-OPEN SEASON


Daily jogging tops the ever-growing list
Of harmless acts 
That vex and provoke the hateful
What makes them so enraged
Unable to resist
The need to kill
What made their consciences so dull?

Running. 
Has it always been a crime?
Since when is outdoor exercise a damning thing?
What warranted that it should be his final time?
What explanation will the defense dare to bring?

For ambushing an innocent for sport
Will, once again, the vigilantes claim to fear?
Armed, they portray themselves victims in each report
Commence to demonize their targets
Far and near

"Surely he wasn't merely on a daily jog!"
"He must have stolen something
Just like any thug!"
Was his Black life worth less than that of a stray dog?
Even now
Truth is being swept under a rug

What's this deep-seated anger that drives them so?
What is this spirit 
That convinces them they're right
In thinking every man of color is a foe
Insufferable, and to be hunted day and night?

While across the globe
Mourning is multiplied
From thousands—millions—gone
Leaders just look away
They’ll find a way to blame the dead for why they died
Weary and stunned
The rest of us wait, think, and pray









VRWc2020

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