This time of trouble leaves my heart in fear
To be a black man now is its own cursing
I can't help but to think of my own brothers
Knowing they could be the next, Alton Sterling
Lord, save my brothers
Keep them safe in your arms
Send them a daily angel
Tell them when they're in danger
Be their internal alarms
Lord, I pray for justice
I pray for peace
I pray that every man in my life
Can one day live life with ease
This "fear" the white police claim to possess
This fear doesn't seem to run in their chest
This fear dominates the finger that pulls the trigger
These policemen are setting for their sons a figure
Y'all killing our people everyday
You're making yourselves more fearful
Just building up all the rage
Making our families tearful
Lord, please save my brothers
From the increasing police brutality
Being black in America is the cause
No "fear" can create this fatality
Rest In Peace Alton Sterling.
I send love to your family.
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Entities Of The Soul
PoetryHonestly, this is just poetry that I let flow from my heart, mind, and obviously soul. Some will be personal and very passionate, some will be chill and relaxing.
