Urban Suicide, Domestic Genocide Poem by Hebert Logerie

Blacks on blacks' crimes
"Dead people have no race
No gender, no sex, and no smiling face"
Write the Daily Times
Gunshots sound like car honking
In a third world country during rush hour
People are running, slipping, and falling
We are not in Bagdad, the empire
Of the daily shootings and killings
We are unfortunately in Chicago
In the windy city, where our siblings
And elders are slaughtered à gogo
Bullets are flying and falling like raindrops
This is serious. No jokes, no craps
Countless innocent bystanders are being killed
For being at the wrong place at the wrong time
The morgues are full with dead bodies, filled
Up and down to the maximum, for a dime
Some victims are eliminated; this is a shame
The Police are overwhelmed. The National Guard
Is on its way. The Mayor is nervous like a dame
Wearing some sort of feminine right-guard
And spacing like he has a rendezvous with hypocrisy
Chicago is under fire, a state of emergency
Is declared. Nobody is allowed to be in the streets
Except emergency personnels, yet we can hear the beats
Of the drums, and the hip hop of a few rappers
Mixing with the blaring sirens of a huge ambulance
The weather is terribly hot, the brutal violence
Is unbearable. It is like a war zone
Setting a car on fire by using acetone
Is deadly, dangerous, toxic, stupid, and ignorant
Nobody should be living in such environment
This urban suicide is unacceptable
This domestic genocide is terrible
If we can go to the moon, we can solve
This problem, otherwise God will neither absolve
Nor forgive the officials, and the authorities
We will see more fatalities, more atrocities
Guns are not made in Chicago
Why are so many people lying in a row
By the thousands in the streets? This is a fiasco
This is a chaotic mayhem, a real and deadly show
Which takes place every ten minutes of the day
Who will stop this? So the children can live and play
The Congress? We are not sure
The Senate? We are unsure
The President? We are confused
The People? We are un-amused
But we are hoping that everybody
Will get their acts together
So the children will not die young
So the children will not shoot each other
So the children will live to see another hour
So the whole world will sing a few happier songs.

Copyright© September 6,2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.