A Pain Deep Inside
Mama, today I saw a man
on a busy street
lying in a pool of blood,
a black man wearing a sweatpant
and a hoodie.
Was he shot down by cops
or by members of a gang?
I don't have answer to that.
The dead man had his eyes closed
resting in peace, emancipated
it seems,
from piercing pain and sorrow.
Life didn't change a bit,
surrounding that motionless being.
Nobody switched off the Sun
or punched a hole on pale blue sky.
In numbness, I stood there for a while.
The cops emerged and asked
me to leave. I followed the order
like a domesticated dog, obediently.
And I came home silently.
Mama, I didn't cry
but I felt a pain deep inside.
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