Blood on the asphalt blood on the walk.

Young black men’s bodies outlined in chalk.

There is a strange injustice going on in our streets.

Another unarmed black citizen killed is what is written as a tweet.

Those who swore an oath are killing our defenseless youth.

The public waits anxiously for footage as the justifying sleuth.

A frustrated crowd gathers, organized by social media for protest.

The community which has been unjustly treated once again becomes a hive of unrest.

Politicians and community leaders call for law and order but the rage is too strong.

This is what happens to a population who have continually been wronged.

The whites are scared, the blacks afraid.

These two races who live side by side seemingly just won’t braid.

What is the answer, will this racism ever end?

Will a bitter cold heart that hates ever become flexible enough to bend?

Each person is an individual and should be treated as such.

No matter color, religion or race one should use unbiased as their crutch.

There is no sweet smell of magnolias, now withered and long past decay .

It seems the concept of brotherly love has remained absent and astray

Frankie Scavullo November 27, 2016

Inspired by the poem Strange Fruit by Abel Meeropol in 1937 and Billy Holiday iconic performance of the song