When Hatred Is A Blinding Force

In the usual manner Someone called the police A black man was seen misbehaving A black man was put on the arrow's path The police arrived Minutes started ticking Like death, they came to bring sorrow A quick glance and the black man was sentenced Not to one but seven bullets on the back The streets of Kenosha witnessed another slaying of justice Like silent assassins, the police are killing black men one by one Like rabid dogs, they are not restrained by the human cry As if George Floyd's death was not painful enough They opened fire without hesitation The intent was to kill a black man The threat of a black man was beyond the human mechanisms of conflict resolution The black man had to die to restore peace In a barrage of bullets A young black man was left paralyzed A son, brother, father, cousin was maimed for life A man named Jacob Blake was shot in cold blood In that instant, the whole of the black community was tortured Anger, frustration and a hundreds of years of pain was awakened In a moment of anguish, protesters came from all walks of life To pour their disgust in the streets of Kenosha The rest of the world looks on with disbelief How many more black men have to die? Before the force of hatred is extinguished And humanity is restored How many police officers are willing to go this route? Only time will tell ©