Fire lights night skies,
glass breaks and angry
my friend asks why?
Why torch a senior center
or loot the neighbor store;what
did they do.
They are not the oppressor.
I fumble my words. I am not black.
But I see. I see with eyes wide open. I see
promises unkept. I see lives deemed worth less.
I see death.
And I think that we are watching the fires
of desperation hoping for a phoenix of hope
to rise from the ashes of the flames.