Stomp

[Bunx]

Stomp
*dedicated to the memory of George Floyd*
BLACK LIVES MATTER

Once I stomped on a stage,
strings under my fingers
shook the guts, a stomp
an extension of my sole
to the rhythm of the beat
in your chest.

Stomps, accumulate
months after shows end.

First they are hidden in thoughts
Ideas hiding from invisible death.
As thousands struggle to breathe.
A fool would hope, empathy would survive
in blue suited federal mimes.

Though they don't,
as if nature did not wreck havoc.
A blue suited maverick,
ignorantly fueled,
uses his badge, to end
a life, stuck by strife.
A father who is telling them to stop,
a lesson that can't be forgot.

Stomp.

As this life is pleading,
outcry demands no more knelling.
Though Floyd's last pleas
would carry a country to the streets.

Stomp.

People raise, they no longer hide.
Virus or not,
this lesson will never be forgot.

The streets flood with tears of every hue.
Reflected, by golden badges, dressed in blue.
They will not stop, until they right white sin.
Marching, as one.
For this and the many who cried,
when Floyd died.

Stomp.