Poetry: Passed By

He lay adorned in blood.
Bones stay broken… maybe forever…
Never healing from the pain and agony.
Beaten, rebeaten, abused, and reabused.
A black man lies on the street almost dead.
Many pass by without a glance.
He looks up… to see a white man laughing.
He wants to cry, but can’t.
No help…
No help anywhere.
Shame to all those foolish mortals… white mortals.
They think they can eliminate…
Eliminate the Black.
He is almost dead, he lives…
One wish right now, he dies…
Passed by.

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