Hang Time
Published in
Nov 12, 2020
Feet dangling
Look at his shoes
Dirt dusted
Running for his life
Now they swing high
Kicking to let you know
He still alive
Rope tightened
Feet kick at will
All he wanted was food
So his belly could be filled
Scraps he thought
He won’t care
That’s how hate works
It has nothing to spare
Feet still
Black man limp
Rope around neck
His last breath spent
© Maurice Blocker 2020
