L. B. Mek

I know why Cageless Birds, still sing: in Rasping tones

 

Pulses set to flashing siren beats

festering resentments fuelling divisive fears

parent’s wincing at its whispered mention

praying: their offspring’s heed every caution 

 

uniform blues stealthily cruising

decrepit dreams of equality’s remnant mappings   

election’s, pledged targeted patrolling

sprouting profiling’s: modern-day trappings.

 

Morning’s decimation of consequence, protect & serve

badges; masking murderers misfiring malevolence.

Victim’s kin suffocate, beneath dawn’s ill-fated sunbeams   

chalk outlines of skin-color & age profiles: as baiting headlines

 

streets overflowing with volcanic emotions

reactionary outcries quietened by hollow placations 

producing fruitless trials at - a - snail’s, pace

or anger-quashing sackings: as surface level solutions.

 

Lawrence and Maya, restless

cageless birds – motionless, despairing

at their grave marked: nests…

 

 

© L. B. Mek

December 2017