Common Threads
whether bound and dragged
behind a pick-up
‘til limbs slowly dismember
or shackled hand and foot
then tossed unsecured
into the back of a rolling
makeshift coffin
whether judge, jury or executioner
all don the same hat
and fancy themselves a God
and your only crime was to exist
in pigmentation unlike their own
let us not forget our tears
our laughter, our blood
our date with mortality
these common threads
that bind us
Copyright © Ricky Muse | Year Posted 2018
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