FOR CASEY GOODSON
I heard it was just a sandwich
Yet somehow they managed
To justify putting bullets in his back.
His keys dangling from the door of his home,
Proof that there is nowhere we can go
For safety. For shelter.
There is no escape from this hell on earth.
He fell
While the eyes of toddlers and grandmothers looked on.
One generation learning anew,
another generation reminded again,
That America is no friend of Black people.