We weren’t put here on earth to see through each other or walk over each other…we were put here to walk with each other and see each other through.

Graffiti on the walls

Broken dreams in the distance

Trash bags and body bags

Stretched out across the chalk-lined pavement

Voices screaming Black Lives Matter

And

“I’m innocent!”

Silenced…

By bullets blazing from black guns that

Ta ta tatter

“I thought he was a suspect your honor.”

“I feared for my life.”

“I was defending myself.”

“I thought his clock was a bomb…”

Graffiti on the walls

Colors of all shades

Writings of all languages

But blind eyes blind lives

Leaving behind

Nothing

But

Graffiti…

On the walls