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WE ARE BLACKS

Just flipping through the past
The past when the news was so sad
That my heart shakes
The news of a brother down
Down by the bullets of those
Meant to protect him
And they’ll say
“He pointed a gun at me
He attacked me and I had to defend myself”
When my brothers shot for no reason
And senseless reasons given
“Please Don’t shoot, we are blacks
We are not murderers”
Was our echoes with placards on the streets of America
Yet, on the news
The candle lit,
Prayers offered
Sermon Given
Presidents, Governors, mayors,
Senators, activists speaks
Yet, the killing continues
Families weep for their loved ones
Gunned in their prime
Children wears blacks
With their hearted shred in pain
Wife’s,
Looking at the picture frame of their husband’s
Wondering what they did wrong to deserve this pains.
Silence struck everywhere
Eyes red with tears
Yes, news commentators debate about it
Yet the killing continues

Black men

We are BLACKS
we are not thieves
We are not murderers
We are beautiful people
With a beautiful heart
We are hardworking
We are world Shakers
We are world movers
We are BLACKS
I AM BLACK

poem by John Kennedy.

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