We light our vigil candles
Quivering orange against
Late winter skies
Standing still, we let our
Little flames dance while
We hum the dirge for the dead
But instead, I want to torch
The hateful homes
The bedsheets of those that
Dream of supremacy
I want to melt down their guns
Make our own weapons:
Silver tipped spears
Etched with the names of those
Victimized by white terror
And send them spiraling
Into the still-beating
Hearts of those cloaked in white
Stain those robes red
And then we reeducate each other
We speak to a people's history
We listen to silenced voices
We tear down those racist monuments:
Their civil war statues and privatized prisons
Quivering orange against
Late winter skies
Standing still, we let our
Little flames dance while
We hum the dirge for the dead
But instead, I want to torch
The hateful homes
The bedsheets of those that
Dream of supremacy
I want to melt down their guns
Make our own weapons:
Silver tipped spears
Etched with the names of those
Victimized by white terror
And send them spiraling
Into the still-beating
Hearts of those cloaked in white
Stain those robes red
And then we reeducate each other
We speak to a people's history
We listen to silenced voices
We tear down those racist monuments:
Their civil war statues and privatized prisons
( Lunar Ark )
www.ChordsAZ.com