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!
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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