Tonight
We light a fire
In your memory,
Dancing flames swaying to the pulsing rhythmic hatred that killed you,
Burning wax dropping like teardrops,
Staining the hot pavement beneath our worn out feet,
Feet worn out from miles of marching,
Months of marching,
Years of marching,
Decades
of
Marching.
Decades...
We've marched,
We've shouted,
We've cried,
We've pleaded to be recognized as humans that matter,
Fought for laws that will never fairly be applied by the corrupted system,
Broken windows to fill the vast holes ripped from our hearts,
But too many cracks have fragmented our souls.
Nothing.
We are still
Nothing.
And yet to each other we are everything.
So for you,
We light another candle,
We once again say
Never again.
We whisper our good-byes with a promise to seek justice.
And we wait
Until there's another...
YOU ARE READING
As the Light Fades
PoetryJust scattered fragments of poetry and random musings. The topics aren't pretty, so read at your own discretion.