Dogs of War
Sleep don’t come easy
Grief does
the weeping and gnashing of teeth
new horrors on every horizon
I rise to a red dawn
More of us are missing
Some of ours are dead
Seem like no one hears us
Until we speak in thunder
We will not whisper
For whiteness sake
We will rob you
Of the peace
We are not afforded
You better believe
Black lives mater
If you want us
To believe
That yours do
Stop barking
Before we bite
Leash your dogs
Or we
Will
Put
Them
Down
©Confidence Omenai
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