Ferguson

This is racism in its mightiest and most vile form.
This is America's demon rearing its head, spewing tear gas and hate, stirring others to fight.
This is black and white.

Hidden under covers and shot down to its knees, the truth struggles to break free.
Is this the water of the Liberty Tree?

This is not ending.
This is not over.
The hunters are caging the animals for slaughter.
Time is running out.
You should run, too.
The cop who killed your friend is about to kill you.

There's chaos in the streets.
The boots on the ground resemble those feet,
Far, far away, in another war zone,
Not quite different, but not quite the same.
And everywhere, mothers stir in their sleeps.

This isn't poetry.
This is a war cry.
This is a call for help.
Most of all, this is an anthem.

So hands up for Mike Brown.
Hands up for justice.
Hands up for everything you hold dear.
Maybe, just maybe, it'll work this time.