Black Life Matters Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Black Life Matters

Night before the last night
Saw inside TV box
Arrest of Black, White…

Heard Portland's, USA's,
Slogans in the air:
"The Black Life Matters."

Observed rude National Guard
Uniformed and with guns
But without ranks and marks,
Grabbing the old, young
To slam on the ground
And drag with hands tied.

Then put them in some cars
Without a legal sign.

Their owners possibly
Were dealers of drugs…

For moment, sigh stopped
Came along hope, smile.

Arrested mainly were
The great caring Whites.

After years, centuries
That brutal racists
Insulted, lynched, abused
Sun is out and it rules
The sky of conscious.

Children of masters
Dare to talk, behave well:
"The Black life matters."

Yes, brothers, sisters,
We are, all, equals…"

Socrates is in Whites.