Today, at a Kamala Harris rally, her speech was interrupted by protesters chanting, “Kamala, Kamala you can’t hide! We won’t vote for genocide.” As they persisted, and would not be silenced, candidate Harris said: “You know what? If you want Donald Trump to win, then say that. Otherwise, I’m speaking.” Here is my poetic response to her tempt to shut down speaking out against genocide:
Wanting to Say My Peace
If you don’t want
Too get thrown under the bus
Get to the back of the bus
I’ll walk
Wile it’s your turn to talk
Your act
As a partisan in genocide
Bearing strange fruit
In that which is speechless
Silence
Weather a friend of my enemy
Or an enemy of my enemy
Such owed confederations
Offering little knew
Tanks allot
Fore such a vicious cycle
I think
Should I
Buy cycle
As hear
I stand
My friends’ friend
A true alloy
That cannot be forged
In fear of no’ing
Our place
