Fatal Shots - Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
They rang out clear on the spine of the night,
Smashing stained glass of basement churches
And disembowelling pots of truths.
Aiming at the tendons of hate from
The slugs, flaming and fertile,
And with sparks of racial rage,
Penetrate America's gloom
With a boom.
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