See America burning on a choking smoky white night amid the black light of raging fire, and wonder what it is like to take a walk down main street and die.
See America kneeling on necks and choking voices amid a chorus of outrage, and wonder how so many people care about property but not about flesh.
See America’s fury choking on the very last of it’s tears amid a circus of carnage, and wonder why these questions are fed of inequity but always go unanswered.
See America’s sadness in the choked screams of communities amid cycles of degradation, and wonder why it’s not you; the money in your pocket, the colour of your skin.
Book of Pye 