The weight of water rests
heavily upon the breast,
hiding the heart in folds
of malcontent hung
as window-coverings
over the soul.
Tears too many to count
mount an assault
on streets where cameras watch
murderous intention
wrapped in police action.
Sacrifices for the greater good
should not come at such cost
of all innocence lost.
Acting with impunity
in every non-white community,
sanctioned by prejudice
draped with power
in a racist shower.
The weight of water rests
heavily upon the breast.
We are drowning in it.
annarino writes 