Did Their Lives Matter? Poem by David Welch

Did Their Lives Matter?



You see all of these protesters out
chanting and screeching on the TV,
convinced that we'll solve all our problems
Ii we just get rid of the police.
They claim that they're targeting people
merely of the color of their skin,
though by the per capita numbers
whites and Latinos tak it one the chin.
But they keep screaming about privilege
in a strangely religious fervor,
and use it as a helpful excuse
to release all their pent-up anger.
But when it comes to dark-skinned people,
whose interests they claim to pursue,
they all proclaim that ‘Black Lives Matter, '
but they sure don't' act as if they do.

First let's look at all the businesses
that the rioters torched and destroyed,
they were mostly in inner cities,
so the end result we can't avoid
is that the people they claim to help
were the same people who worked those stores,
which means countless folks with much melanin
won't have productive jobs anymore.
Their own siblings, mothers, and fathers
bow have no method to bring in cash.
Basically, their lives have been ruined,
I wonder did they care about that?
Did looters realize that their actions
would make their communities much worse?
they all proclaim that ‘Black Lives Matter'
…except for those they put out of work.

And then there is the late David Dorn,
a dark-skinned grandfather, former cop,
who saw the evil burning his town
and went outside to protect the block,
hoping to provide security
for the pawn business of a good friend.
For wanting to protect his hard work
vile looters brought him to his end.
But strangely you do not hear his tale
when you watched the evening news at night,
the rioters get interference
but a good man's death is not in sight.
Not one of these damn ideologues
care that a hero's life now is done,
I guess that black life didn't matter,
since his narrative was the ‘wrong' one.

And of course who can forget all the
black-on-black we see every day?
More people are killed by such violence
then cops could ever dare take away.
Take all the dead from the rioting
and, depressingly, you will all find
it matches a weekend's murder count
in Chicago..let that sit in your mind.
Are all their deaths somehow less tragic
because their killers weren't pale of flesh?
I keep waiting for folks to address this,
but at this point I won't hold my breath.
Speak of this and all the people bray
that your evil and ‘victim-blaming, '
then they proclaim that ‘Black Lives Matter, '
but ignore their culture isn't working.

The worst of it, we should acknowledge,
is the two hundred fifty black lives
that are taken from us every day
by the cuts of abortionist knives.
To think of all those young lives cut short
is horrific and so frightening,
think of a medium-sized company
every day up and disappearing.
But if this fact is ever brought up,
these same protestors act all appalled,
they think this means that you ‘hate women, '
that those children have no rights at all!
The fact that half of those kids are girls
never seems to enter into their heads.
They like to say ‘Black Lives Matter, '
but then make their very children dead.

Now the great unifying factor
that binds up all the hypocrisy
is that they only seem to promote
dark-skinned people if they are lefties.
They do not talk of excessive force
when pale people are shot down by cops,
but if it happens in blue cities
then they demand the whole country stop!
They care not for a dark-skinned person
who built up a good life through hard work,
nor the future children of these towns,
nor good people tired on the jerks.
In fact the left resents these people,
since you can't control virtuous folk,
the only Black Lives that matter to them
are the ones who bring Democrats votes.

Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: abortion,how i feel,hypocrisy,life,political,race,rhyme,truth,violence
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