There's Blood In The Street — Part One

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Part one of two, this poem is inspired by, and a partial literary response to, highly publicized cases of police brutality against people of color, and those we never hear about. The character in this poem is fictional, but represents a larger narrative that is not.

 

There’s blood in the street
Another body lies bloodied and broken
This young boy might have lived
His mistake, he shouldn’t have spoken

There’s blood in the street
He wasn’t running, or even speeding
Going to buy milk for Momma
Now dead, couldn’t stop the bleeding

There’s blood in the street
He lies in a pool of red
The stain still advancing
Might have worn another color instead

There’s blood in the street
Momma watches from behind the tape
“WHY DID THEY KILL MY BABY!?”
Choking back screams, mouth agape

There’s blood in the street
This yellow band commands attention
Shouts ‘CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS’
A demarcation of judicial declension

There’s blood in the street
Momma’s heart an open wound
Last time she saw this much blood
She was pushing him from her womb

There’s blood in the street
Chalk lines form an eerie halo
This little angel gone too soon
The reasons, would perplex even Plato

There’s blood in the street
But “the suspect fit the description”
“Young black male in jeans and Jordans,
He immediately raised suspicion.”

There’s blood in the street
There was no gun in his hand
A fact he tried to explain
MP3 player pulled from his waistband

There’s blood in the street
The officer feared for his life
Shot him six times, point blank
Convinced it was a gun or knife

There’s blood in the street
An eyewitness video goes viral
Captures the final moments
A young boy’s fight for survival

There’s blood in the street
#Hashtags and BREAKING NEWS begin
But can the blood shed this night
Atone for this grievous sin?

There’s blood in the street
Close-ups of Momma and siblings weeping
Strobes flashing red, white and blue
Star spangled tragedy now revealing

There’s blood in the street
The sirens wail a mournful dirge
The light of countless TV crews
Illuminates the curious as they converge

There’s blood in the street
Old wounds, ripped open, bleed
Eroded trust in elected officials
Sound bites compete in every news-feed

There’s blood in the street
Pundits and politicians seek an answer
Is it fear, bigotry or racism
That is the deadliest cancer?

There’s blood in the street
Not the first time, nor the last
It bears an uncanny resemblance
To a not so distant past


There’s Blood In The Street — Part One © 2016 by Kris Peterson. All rights reserved.

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