The young man
With the alilerated name
As described in court
Looked angry.
Well Hell yes, to you who
Hunted him down
Like a mad dog
Not knowing the very white teeth
Against juhis beautiful dark skin
Looked the same smiling
Or in fear.
You never heard his voice
To understand his thoughts.
Dear God, prepare your Angels
To open those gates.
If I cannot run fast enough.
They came to do me harm.
The killer said
He kept running.
And he was fast.
He ran past
A moving truck.
When he ran past me
I got my gun. Said CALL 911!
I thought he would come for me.
Rich white boys play at Game Center.
While poor Whites protect theiir manhood
And the South
With homemade guns
To shoot Indians and Niggers.
When the guy and I
played Ring Around the Truck
One wrong turn
We were face to face,
He transferred his fear
To me.
So I shot him.
Closing Down
It was a woman left to carry water for
Scared male lawyers
Who fear Black boys and men,
And their loss of income.
So she spoke the closing
Teaching proper clothing for court
Closely shaved to show the
Ever whitest skin,
Clothed in store bought suits.
They might have been the legal team
But for the facts.
The words spill out.
He was not properly clothed
For running through our streets
Dripping black.
A simple t-shirt and shorts with
Long, dirty toenails.
So said the coroner’s death report?
Or were you personally
Kneeling beside the corse?
He did not
Know his place
When spoken to by a bearded White man.
He acted strange.
He kept running.
Shoot the fucking Nigger.
No invitation came to him
Noting proper clothing
Was required of Black men
Being hunted down and killed.
The jury was out and today returned guilty decisions for each of the three men involved. No
Instructions on bringing Mr. Arbury true justice.
@Bettye W. Harwell. 2021