My contribution to #blacklivesmatter

America's streets
Have become
A canvas on which
Injustice paints
Its twisted artwork
Of society's imbalance
Not in oils
Or by brushes
But in blood
By bullets and batons
Dripping
Onto the jackboots
Of rabid media
With words and cameras
Already planning
Their next masterpiece
Another day
While canvasses still wet
With crimson and scarlet
 From arterial spurt
From a fresh supplier
Not enough
Need more
To add depth
And boost ratings
Evil is never satisfied
It craves misery
It needs a mothers wail
As she inhales
The fresh paint
So like sacrificial incense
From oppression's altar
Praying her remaining child
Will walk the street
Instead of painting it