For Once

The baby got killed As the ancestors were sinner There should be justification for that Is it the craft, dear sophisticated seniors? Justification to find the metaphor, nicer, fluffier words To show a black people dying, to show sexual orientation Enough people are not dying in Palestine? Enough death is not enough there? We are justifying the privilege Holding the privilege Is it poetry, dear sophisticated seniors? Have mercy Have compassion And if it is impossible, have silence It is better than your burdened talk Better leave or let leave. For once, let the lip be mine.