by Ali Eteraz
There is Yazid in every man able to instruct a slaughter.
There is a gun in every hand but #blacklivesmatter.
In the Land of Or is there a messiah to articulate an And?
Even when every saint is a policeman, #blacklivesmatter.
The ashes of my coal are blown away by rancor.
What is the flavor I smoke to make #blacklivesmatter.
When every scream is a highway built by tears.
Is there a song I can sing to make #blacklivesmatter.
Eteraz has no theology to fix bereavement, America.
No howl is hot enough when black lives don’t matter.