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Tuesday, February 10

Target Practice

White
paper
printed black;
sniper pulls back:
targets are attacked;
no more color of black.
Civil forces complacent,
as they sat in adulation;
worshipping their marks on the paper,
where bullets pierced the images of men.

Target Practice by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Comment

This poem was driven by an article I read a few days ago that upset me. I am writing this poem to help bring light to the issues of social injustice and bigotry we face in society.