It should never have become the norm
For children to see other children
Black and bloodied
From bombs brutally bombarding
Their innocent childhood.
Frolicking freely
Is a luxury these children can’t afford.
Does brown skin equal sin
Still?
We mourn the white dead
But place tape on our mouths
If the child is brown.
Don’t look at me like that.
History is repeating itself.
Over and over and over again…
This story has been written before
Yet it’s words still bring us to tears
When will we write a new one?
When will their blood be enough
For you?
S. R. Crawford 