Crossroads Poem

The recent tragedy of George Floyd’s murder cannot be forgotten. My poem poem below expresses my feelings about this latest atrocity and its aftermath.     

We’re at crossroads again, my friend.

No one knows how all this will end.

A knee on neck to horrify

with no one left to unify.

This outrage spreads from town to town

in nation led by sinful clown.

A Bible to project power

fails to make the masses cower.

Two paths emerge for us to take.

Choosing low? A giant mistake.

Think well and pick the higher one.

Don’t let a change remain undone.