Black Lives Matter Poem by Leandra Gebrakedan

August 1965, Marquette Frye
In the hands of the police did die

Fifty five years later, can you tell me what has changed?
Fifty five years later, we're still taking to the streets outraged

Fifty five years after Martin Luther king jnr, dared to dream
Fifty five years later, blood spilled, while dying men, cry for their mum, what does this mean

It means that history is on repeat.
It means, we have to protest on the streets

It means that, if it makes conversation difficult, and you stammer and you stutter
It means, what else.... BLACK LIVES MATTER

United States or United Kingdom, key word is united
My heart is expectant, my mind is excited

Enough is enough, I think and I hope
Justice will prevail, we no longer will be provoked