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By Belo M Posted on Apr 5, 2018April 5, 2018

no praise song/ no protest song/ no hashtag

I don’t have a poem for Ferguson

don’t have a poem for Dakota

None for Sandra Bland

None Amadou Diallo

None for Pulse

For Syria

None for Gaza

And Soweto

And Khayelitsha

Categories: Fiction and Poetry (or Something), The Troubled Young AdultTags: gun violence, Poetry, police brutality, protest, sandra bland

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