We Know
Murdered
While he ran.
His family grieves
We run free.
Murdered in her bed
She was only twenty-six
Her family weeps,
We still sleep.
Murdered
While we watched.
On his neck a knee,
He couldn’t breathe.
It is not about a counterfeit bill,
Not about a no-knock warrant,
It is not about looting or fires.
We know what it is about and
Yet we fail to speak, to act, to change.