Two Hundred Miles

A poem

Photo by Max Kleinen on Unsplash

Racism drove two hundred miles to murder
fascism planned, premeditated
death of black-skinned people
because of their skin color

Tears are flowing in grief, not yet felt
anger at such hatred, a community attacked
Nazism loosed again because their skin was black
Two hundred miles he drove, intent

Let the forests fall, let rivers become dry
may the earthquake until we do not hate
let the sun hide her face, the moon drifts away
more black people are dead just for being black