Yet another belabored black corpse swinging from a tree
like a camouflaged pendulum

That corpse had a name
a decent job and a sincere life
a soft voice and a loving heart

Ignorant hecklers only saw black skin
and acted accordingly

The body was drug back and forth
through mud and
Beaten on all parts until no more
blood was
left to pour out
Its hands were bound together tighter
than the rope
wrapped about its neck

The body hung from a tree-like
a star on a Christmas tree
Hecklers and onlookers smiled like
the dead black corpse
was a badge of honor

Each breath of the wind moved the body to and fro
The strongest breath didn’t make the
body fall
Children played near the dangling body
The stench of the black death won’t affect
their five senses ever

The body had a life before becoming
a sideshow attraction
The body had a life before becoming a
warning for others just like it

Such displays of blatant violence would always be an act of suicide
But society will always know the brutal and ugly
truth

-Mia J
9/26/2021

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