It is exactly at a time when mass graves
Line the streets as grim markers of a stubborn invisible foe
That we understand the need to appreciate little graces
It is precisely at a time when we hug and even cry in pity
That we must arise and see sparkling rainbows through the tears
And in the midst of all the pandemonium behold unspeakable beauty
It is about the time when we quicken our pace
To escape the fangs of racism and xenophobic tendencies
That’s the time to join our hands and strengths and declare we are one human race
Okay to say “all lives matter” but what’s wrong with being a witness
To the truth that Black Lives Matter and that the knee on that neck for 9 minutes less some seconds
Could not be hidden by any sort of political correctness
It is exactly at a time when mass graves
Line the streets as grim markers of an invisible but stubborn foe
That we understand the need to appreciate our little times and spaces
This poem was inspired by Regan Pritzker
25 June 2020
‘Okay to say “all lives matter” but what’s wrong with being a witness
To the truth that Black Lives Matter and that the knee on that neck for 9 minutes less some seconds Could not be hidden by any sort of political correctness’.
Well-written, your writing inspires me.
Thank you, Benisco!