Trayvon Not Forgotten Poem by Buxton Shippy

After all these centuries
JUSTICE still eludes the black man,
In America;
Even black boys forced to skip childhood;
For with a childish play
The penal system gets you forever
Or the funeral director gets paid.

JUSTICE keeps moving away,
Its intangibility, for some,
Escapes like an exhale.

If you are not deaf
You can hear Trayvon's blood,
Wailing from the ground;
If you are not blind
You can see his blood
Wraps around your conscience.