Tattered worn-out soles thump against cracked ground.
Chains rattle off in the distance children’s feet continue to pound.
Blood-soaked hands stretch out, a whip soars through air.
Brown, Black, and redbacks become unrecognizable,
flesh-tearing.
Babies crying while men with lead pipes, puffing without a care.
Like a lone drum thump, thump, thump, their loved one’s fate declared.
Scattering off like rodents, rather than human beings,
they make their way as far North as possible.
Train tracks littered with broken frail bodies, only make
the lone survivors unstoppable.
Up in the North, freedom rings like wedding bells on a summer day.
Down in the South prices rise on capturing any “rodent” alive.
A human’s life becomes a price
not just any human life but those of a different skin
color become less than mice.
A long-awaited brewing war begins to sink its claws into every neighboring
citizen.
The war on color is vicious and rotten.
An unspoken line divides the country, erupting violence
anew to more than a few.
Like a children’s game of tag, once you cross the line,
you’re safe, no one can “tag” you.
This childlike game takes on more than a few lives.
Pitting those in the “safe zones” to choose their allies.
Love between the other color, or forbidden color, for
these,
become real-life Romeo and Juliet stories.
Heroes begin to rise amongst the flames of the South.
Women of color risk their lives to create underground passageways.
Years of suffering follow
Although their ancestors and those that saw a human soul
were never truly hollow.
They might have bitten their tongue then
But now we make sure nothing like that will ever happen again.
Now we fight to continue the change that a human is more
than its skin.
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