PRESSED

PRESSED

All he wanted was an attending ear,

And the welcome of open arms.

 

(But we pushed him aside)

‘Be a strong black man,’ we told him,

‘And keep that weakling inside.’

So he listened to our advice,

And bottled a bomb in his mind.

 

Until one day he boiled over,

And took a rifle to the park.

A hail of bullets he let fly,

And a dozen bodies dropped like flies.

All he wanted was an attending ear,

And the welcome of open arms.

 

No one had time for what he wanted,

We watched him Breaking News instead.

 

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