Mrs. Mary is locked up
doesn’t dare to look outside
she knows the danger
that it can bring to her eyes
she prefers to ignore
and live good inside
she doesn’t care about the protests
and the problems of humankind
she chooses to close her window
to the lost lives
to the hurt families
and the racial fight
it does not affect
her perfect little life
it is just black’s problems
and thankfully she is white
she keeps the TV off
this way she can feel alright
she claims that this bad news
brings no good to her healthy mind
sometimes before fall asleep
she hears during the night
the cry of a mother
who lost her child(?)
Peter was shot at home
while happily played kite
“ok so probably God thought
it had come his time”
she just moves on the bed
and turn off the light
while the streets
is full of dynamites
I think to myself when I write
To Mrs. Mary get off her house,
how many Peters have to die?