Peace Poem
Face your pale peace
And you’ll wish
That Your blood
Had been alive
In your silent
Rattlesnake throat
On the night breath
No longer imagined
In the lungs
Of our human
Angel Michael Brown
Face your pale peace
And you’ll wish
That Your hood
Had come unraveled
In your voiceless
Saw-scaled heart
On the day blue death
No longer allowed
Freedom in air
For our human
Father Eric Garner
Face your pale peace
And you’ll wish
That your good
Had risen up
In your reticent
Flat-headed feet
On the night the police
No longer respected
The mourning of the mother
Of our human
Son DeSean Pittman
Face your pale peace
And you’ll see
There is no peace poem
When our guardians
Are killing our children
In the gardens
—By Eric Allen Yankee
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Great poem Eric!