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The missing posters that go missing

Streets littered with white paper sheets
Printed with the ink of black missing kids
Floating through the air desperate to find somebody who cares
Empty are the streets, just like their parents home
Awaiting the day they'll be reunited with their beloved children 

Authorities won't listen
Not one eye lid batted
They look the black parents in the eye feeling joy from their sadness 
And as cold as ice say their kids disappearance doesn't matter
They claim they've probably run away 
That attention is what they want 
So they won't feed into their kids 'temper tantrum'
Then to sprinkle salt into the wound 
They claim the town has been much quieter 
I didn't know that it was a crime for children to play
But then again when you're a black kid innocence doesn't really matter

Last week they stated BLACK LIVES MATTER 
Then again it would be naive to believe 
That a system built after slavery
Would care to 'serve and protect' black people
Maybe there is a reason to their indifference 
Their ability to lack sympathy
Maybe just maybe 
They're the reason the black kids went missing 

Copyright © Layla Riley-Hill

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