Broken Glass

Broken glass

Or gun blasts

I will not forget that sound

Shovels and picks, clinking chains

Frightened families hiding from gangs

Lives deemed unclean, never to last you say

But that is all in the past?

Asking us to forget the shattered glass?

Brutal angels sing a choir of damnation

As we unite (purge, assimilate) our great nation

Racism by any other name

Will always stay the same

Look into my eyes and

SAY–THEIR–NAMES

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