I can't Breath

Someone in heaven
someone in the bunker.
Someone in the cart
someone in the cave.

Roads colored in fear
miles charred by fire
lives divided by the lines,
eyes searched for an exit.
Leaders are still in their bunkers.

Among the colored boxes,
I can’t breathe.

Scaffoldings of concrete
labors of drained dreams
locked in covid and concrete,
migrants waited for the train.
Leaders are still in their caves.

Among the fallen bricks,
I can’t find my home.

Words followed on Twitter
seeds carried lynching
deeds hid behind the soundbites,
money milked the votes.
I just gawked through the glass.

Among the TV stations,
I can't find my channel.

Unfollow the leaders of fear
cut the leads of selective empathy.
Unfurl the many shadows of our own
let us paint our shadows in kindness.

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Someone in heaven/train - for the people who died/displaced because of injustice or fighting for justice.
Someone in the bunker/cave - Cowardice and diverting tactics of the political leadership, instead of addressing the real issue. 
Hateful, insidious words become seeds that create many stereotypes and acts of violence.
https://www.bbc.com/news/av/world-asia-52776442
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/05/31/us/george-floyd-investigation.html