Another Day Another Hashtag

The cities are burning,

Black families are mourning.

You're worried about the cities burning,

While black mothers and fathers worry about their children leaving home and never returning.

Black men and women becoming fallen victims,

You're looking at our American Legal System.

Hashtag after hashtag, this is genocide,

The government stands by while the pain intensifies.

The media uncovers the news but never the whole truth,

They're slowly murdering our black youth.

The list of names of our fallen brothers and sisters is becoming too long,

R.I.P. Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Freddie Gray, Eric Garner, and Mike Brown.

The list of names doesn't stop there,

It goes on and on, our justice system isn't fair.

Take Eric Garner for example, there was no justice, even though his death was caught on footage,

It's like Trayvon Martin walking home from the store and being murdered for being hooded.

Mike Brown was shot six times and left to lay in the street without any medical attention,

That's another thing the media forgot to mention.

The death of our fallen soldiers brings out the community.

Even the bloods and the crips are standng together in unity.

It started with the Civil Rights Movement of 1964,

And now it's just continuing with Florida, Missouri, and Baltimore.

The media only shows you what they want you to see,

But they forgot to mention that blacks aren't free.

Every eight hours, someone else falls victim to this system,

There will never be peace with this condition.

The media covers the riots and the burning of the stores,

But not the law enforcement knocking down black families doors.

They will show the protestors rioting,

But they will never understand the pain of the black society

Imagine having to fear for your life twenty-four seven,

Or being in the shoes of the parents that lose their children and pray to the heavens.

They don't understand the fear of one day seeing a hashtag before your father, mother, sister, or brother's name,

And then having no justice for their death because no one wants to take the blame.

People are worried about flags burning and the damage of property,

But the death of our black society is what bothers me.  

This poem is about: 
Our world

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