Walk On

Walk On

Another walk.

Not in the park.

But along the street, in a long line.

In clusters, among friends.

Signs, shirts, names.

Walking.

Again.

Reminding ourselves what the world keeps forgetting.

Black lives matter.

We have to walk.

Again.

We must remind ourselves and the world

Because another unarmed man is murdered.

Another life is lost.

How long must we sing this song?

Sunday, Bloody Sunday already happened.

It keeps happening.

Signs, shirts, names.

Fears spoken.

Tears shed.

Another walk.

Not in the park.