Like Rodney King said,
“Can’t we all… just… get along?”
In the aluminum blue-black rage
That bled through summer streets.
When broken bottles tore
Through the fast-forgotten fabric
And chided children torched
A new American Dream
To concrete, rubble, and ash.
The fuzz played new hangman
With the skin of an African shepherd
And called themselves “the law.”
Civil servants watered
Smoldering company cars—
Like beds of burning orchids.
Three days and love had fast retreated.
And a city of new born refugees
Scraped broken VCR’s from sidewalks
By the morning sun.
1 comment:
Dylan, this is fantastic. The alliteration does so much for the tone in 3-7; I like the contrast between those fast-paced lines and "A new American Dream/To concrete, rubble, and ash." You have a great flow throughout and I love the imagery. Really nice work man.
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