Before the cries had rung across the skies Lives suffered from the indignities of being Black. I did not know the massacres that occurred. Now the violence is filmed on all iPhones: Death is displayed on my 7-inch screen. Goodbye, civility. everyone is uprising over the ruthlessness displayed by those who are granted the duty to serve and protect. eyes water from the tear gas Filling our mouths and noses, lining our throats as we scream “I can’t breathe!” overlooking the demonstrations you can see the weeds begin to die and flowers take their place. But hope resides within the death and pain Locked with the destiny the fascists want. We Mock them in the hist’ry books.