Paint Me This
paint me this…
blindfolded,
off-centered,
she saintly
stands…
heavy
is the load
injustice heaps
upon the just
shrouded—
invisible
her purpose
is no more…
murder
roams unchecked—
plentiful prized prey
in overpopulated streets
bigotry
has no shame
caring no apathy—
concern does no sigh…
crying,
this poem sheds no tears
just inked words
in search of a canvas…
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2016
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