Black Lives Matter Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Black Lives Matter



A people downtrodden
Clinging onto their life support
Calling whoever is listening
To stop for a moment
And consider their plea
The dying breath of protest
Barely audible
To the powers that be
Has been sang for centuries
By the dying sons and daughters of slaves
On the slopes of the Mississippi
Lynched by the system

Friday, September 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: politics,proclamation
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Kenneth Maswabi

Kenneth Maswabi

Maun, Botswana
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