Bullets erupt piercing
black skin, as angel tears
soak in fabric of broken
hearts.
Sands of hour glass
seeps through souls
erased.
Powers that be
kill us freely.
Hung by tree
or neck impeded
I can't breathe pressure
stays on.
Stays on in urban aves...
Stays on until injustice last...
Our death...
Swiftly
RonnieL