When we say Black Lives Matter We also mean Palestinian lives Together, we'll fight for a world that's better Where equality and justice ring true.
Matter, lives, they all do From different corners of the world Black, Palestinian, our skin hues But our struggles are closely hurled
Black Lives Matter, we shout For equality, for justice to reign Palestinian Lives, we cry out For freedom, for peace to sustain
Our voices may be silenced But our spirits, they all burn For the lives that have been senselessly taken Our hearts, they deeply yearn
Inspired by Emily Dickinson, Phillis Wheatley, and Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE
About the Creator
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This was so profound, poignant and powerful! Loved your poem!
Kendall: Thank you for your time and patience.
I like your inspirations!