I am a human being, I gotta head full of poetry
That mostly lies tangled in a knot
Every day I pray to god, please! help me straighten something out
But he won’t
There’s a mom in Ferguson, South LA, Baltimore, Israel, Palestine
Each one crying for a child that’s gone
Murdered by a viciousness that is an ugly part of us
That we won’t own
I cut out paper dolls, blue for the boys, green for the girls
Each doll marks a child that’s dead
As I try to grasp the magnitude of something that I didn’t do
Or maybe, I did
It’s easy to forget just what the purpose is
And pretend we never knew
Betray our innocence and fall for handsome ruthlessness
And his deadly kiss
Young Michael Brown is dead, there’s bullet holes in his head
His body left lying in the street
And as the sun dries his blood in the shape of things to come
I turn my head and I weep
I am a human being, I gotta head full of poetry
That mostly lies tangled in a knot
Every day I pray to god, please! help me straighten something out
But he won’t
No, he won’t
No, he won’t
2014 Karin Bardarson