No Camoufalge Here

I watched the news and heard that another Black man was shot to death in the United States and these words came to me. I wasn't going to share this one since I'm writing a new book about this sadness but here it is... No Camoufalge here To the marsh filled fields Sinking sand exists A buzzard observes Whose next on the list Wild fruit aged in pain Hanging loose branches Wither away again Hoodless beasts, arrogant pigs replace the noose steel pebbles fire in groups an army hit men for hire deep words, old wounds from the pits of hell mark them dark a genocide dwells. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: Jan.13/2016