Black Lives Matter Poem by Michael Olajubu

If the distance between you and me
is only measured by blurred sentiments
of worldly wrong and right,
that I'm BLACK and you're WHITE,
that I'm dark and you're light,
then our existence is a tragicomedy
with a distorted script of endless misery.

There's no dichotomy here;
ONENESS and only oneness
is that cosmic victual that sustains
the soul of humanity

And for every blood shed in the guise of law and order,
for every life slayed by whatever means,
The death of one is the death of all.

There's no dichotomy here.