Social Justice Poetry

Ferguson | A Social Justice Poem by Arya F. Jenkins

Outside the bitter truth defies
What I understand

What I understand is shattered
By people

Crowding, arms raised with signs
Calling for justice

Some of them with raised hands
Empty

Like justice

Who am I

What am I

I call these into question

As the advancing military police aims its guns at us
Attempting to silence us

They are masked
They are silent
They have bullet proof vests
They cannot be touched

Still they fire into our very center
Where the right to cry for truth
Spills like an ugly wound into the streets
Dispersing with red smoke into the night.

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