Thursday, 29 March 2012

A Shooting in Florida

Blood shed,
but on whose hands the stain,
a crimson red,
hoodies blamed,
the press unbound by facts or details,
only hope to ignite the fire,
and fan the flames,
the life lost,
young,
dancing eyes in the photograph,
the smile a killer,
racism questioned,
as once again a nation lost,
over reacts,
impatient,
and immature,
the whole story never known.

© Douglas Polk

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Douglas is a poet from Nebraska. He has published three books of poetry; In My Defense, The Defense Rests, and On Appeal.