by: Tyler Ross
I wish Doctor Manhattan were real.
There’s a rage I feel
toward everyone with
powerful privileged lips sealed,
while another person of color killed.
By the hands sworn to protect.
Instead you put a knee to his neck?
Last time I checked,
no life is yours to take.
Your bed you’re deciding to make?
Before you think to do.
I’d choose
Life
or you’re screwed.
Be better or you’ll lose.
His hand is the fire.
Your next negative action is the fuse.
Time for a changin’
so spread the news
or he’s coming for each
and every one of you.
I will fight
for them all.
Since those
in power hardly make the right call.
So its got me daydreaming,
because at least
in this world,
no more
have to fall.
And lose out on life.
In reality I’m screaming!
Let’s stand the fuck up
and keep black lives
breathing.
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