BLACK LIVES DON'T MATTER
Did you see them trip over themselves, their ignorant, ostentatious selves yelling? Oh! I did. I know I shouldn’t be amused, you shouldn’t be either. A festivity of insurrection! Black lives do matter, oh! They do. They matter when white hands are guilty, They matter when the cops are called, They matter when the daylight’s watching, They matter is a single edged weaponry, Meeting their old rage. But wherever the ‘me too’ voices subdued to, When the black lives didn’t matter, When the unborn blacks got lynched in open, applausive foeticide? Loud Whoopi shouting, ‘how dare?’ When massive heads devoid of flesh shrunk into skeletons, Bloated Head of State chanting witless progress? When the schooling teenagers are prodigies of lusty inequity. Stop the insubstantial war cry, the holy pretense for we all know, Blacks lives do not really matter. At least not to the black denizens. x +254726179789