I don’t need

a t-shirt

your hashtag

I’m not going to keep saying their names

I won’t march

I will ask for a friend

I’ve seen the video and I won’t cry

I’ve read the articles and I don’t sigh

I will ask for a brother

Blood runs deep, and the voice of your brother cries out from the ground

Do you not hear in the shadows, or have you been devoured in your jealousy

Rule over it my dear, rule over (as the Atlantic breeze flows overhead be still and know)

Your face falls and you do not know hope

Stop running, stop hiding, stop pushing,

stop fighting

I cannot demand anything from you

But your brother demands restitution

The seeded flowers of pain grow high and fill the skies

Shall you repent and draw near, or will you forever turn your face away?

I want hope

To see you stop wandering the earth afraid of death

To stop poisoning our brothers with the fear of death

I want hope

Accept the light, war

for what is right.