Where Art Thou, Obama?
by
Z. Hall
Where Art Thou, Obama? [Title]
Obama, Obama, where art thou, Obama?
Americans slain in the street
Unarmed, naked to the world
Rights assassinated
Blood pools curdle in the sun
Stains on Main Streets
Here, there
In every state
Mothers bend over in pain
Fathers fight tears of helplessness
Families torn asunder by systemic intolerance
Communities brutalized by the rule of law
Laws long-since divested of their humanity
Justice lies in state
Our children call from the grave
Obama, Obama, where art thou, Obama?
Poem: Z. Hall
Image: BBC News