Broad Daylight Demons (a poem)

a Black man has been slaughtered, again

shot like a dog, in front of family

did you see? it was broadcast

to millions of eyeballs

he suffered from bipolar

a disorder i share with this

now-deceased man

ingested into insanity,

mania – police drew guns

he attacks with a knife

situation escalates to fever pitches

of screams and street-demons

in broad daylight, he crumples

to wet concrete, limp – and we must

ask, there must be a better way?

or will men like him keep

getting shot with impunity?

(Photo by Maria Lysenko on Unsplash)

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