Can't Cuddle Now

Darkness must descend on even the most
Buoyant hearts. I love you. I have told
You that, and this love, or yours in return,
Has filled me with a brightness more
Intense than any I have known. It will
Again, but cannot now. The gloom's
Produced by my TV. I see those endlessly
Abused succumb to rage and roam
The streets. A pizza place is set alight,
A couple cop cars nearby burning,
Soldiers dressed in riot gear, and tear
Gas, screaming, all because, again,
A pale-faced man has been allowed
To murder one who's black. The act
Means nothing. Blacks are scary,
Each best suited only to be buried
Or put in a cage. Either way, they
Never know the tranquil pleasures
Of our lives. They rage and eat
Themselves inside. They live in darkness.
Knowing this, my life's stopped
Being bright.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-11-25 at 20:44

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