Coalhouse

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Mortal Angels

Fly in low trajectories

Cautionary tales

For Negroes with Alzheimers

Forgot they Negroes

Its still Emmit Till and Philando Castille

Dying angels

Dying in the light of day

White knuckle hate taste metallic and bloody

Instructed by the power structure

to handcuff detain, maintain order

By crushing your windpipe

I cant breathe

Three words from a mortal angel

Reminding us of the price of admission

Calling ourselves players

When no one is playing games

They left Mike Brown

on the ground

Mortal angel with clipped wings

and covered body

Our angels have a shelf life...

Our angels fly low to the ground...

Our angels, mortal angels.....

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		The Immortal Wize says: Gaspingly poetic capture poems by this commentor Smack Dab In The Middle In A Jam The Cajon Pass
		LP45 says: Excellent write Coalhouse. You have a powerful pen my friend. Thank you for sharing this. poems by this commentor A Prayer for Healing The Peace of the Rain Forest His Present, My Past

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