The Blackheart Man

All day again Down the road from Albion school The child shivered in the sun in pain. Somebody broke the rule They said, the blackheart man Drove a white van As we suspected all along. When I was a child we feared A white man in a black car On the beltway my pride despaired A Black man driving white and marred It did not matter still. The wrong Of it made me want to scream. A sniper in the beltway shooting People, curdles on my dream. And all this prognosis of it, this bleeding Of the mind, the blackheart leaves behind The blood of his killing still. No reason Known, no candies, no coins, no line Drawn. The world is in a silly season. All day again The school time lore and more sense In it than this traffic of pain. Too false the fence against these turbulence!