Sure, Let's Talk About the Riot

Oh, look, these men with scowling faces, shaven,
Wearing fancy suits, it must be nice to have a job,
Are in a circle on TV, and they are saying, "This is
Wrong. These riots only hurt the ones who burn
The stores and throw the stones." "That's bullshit."
That's what I would say. I'm sick of this. I have
No job. I have no suit. The stores which burned
Are owned by others, unlike me, and I am tired of
Walking home from anyplace and being stopped,
And being scared that some white cop will send
A bullet after me. I'm here, but where is this,
A prison? Nothing here belongs to me, and
Nothing ever will, I know. I'll throw the stones.
I'll punch a cop. I'll torch a store, and wander
Home, and curse the scowlers on TV. So high
And mighty, leveled headed, they don't live
Near me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-30 at 01:43

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