Riots
They’ve been screaming
and we’ve put in headphones
playing songs of privilege,
pretending it’s not our problem
and drowning out the pleas
to please
make it stop.
But this time
when the blood hit the streets,
the blood soaked our hands,
and the cries were no longer enough.
Instead,
they sent
Smoke Signals
to the world—
buildings up in flames
to match the fire in their hearts
hoping if we watch our cities burn
maybe this time
we will LISTEN.
Dear God,
We better fucking listen.