We Matter
End all racism
Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Bullets sprayed Red-colored rain No one answers for all this pain
Please help!
Woman cries while holding her son watching as his life drains from him
She cries out. “Why?”
“My baby boy,”
The woman stands and carries his lifeless body
The crowd wailed and stood strong
“No Justice–No Peace” protesters chanted.
It just made the enemy come back even harder
Tear gas
Billy clubs
Tat-tat-tat-tat
“No Justice–No Peace,” protesters said.
Still, warm bodies slumped on top of each other
The woman made through the angry crowd holding her son’s body
She speaks her voice rattled with grief
“He’s never gonna–finish school
“No scholarship,”
She looks down at her son
“My only child,”
“H-He,”
She sniffed “That special light inside him–gone,”
She took a deep
“All his dreams are now at my feet,”
She takes a step forward.
“Stand down,” the officer says to his men.
Ma’am, stay behind the gates.
Another step forward.
“He’s gone,” she says repeatedly.
“No Justice–No Peace,” crowds say.
The crowd begins to move forward.
“Ma’am please” the officers shouted.
She looked up at him.
She says. “My boy is waiting for me,”
Officer steps back and gives a signal.
She takes one more step.
Gunshots fired.
The woman laid therein the street with her son.
No
Justice
No
Peace
When will the bloodshed end?
My son’s, my daughter, my future
It all matters
Black lives matter
Thanks for the mention James Finn
Thanks for reading...Beautiful ones.
This story is a response to Prism & Pen’s writing prompt No Justice, No Peace.
