Member Poem

Blue shadows bleed through Kingston’s veins,
Steel tongues spit law like acid rains.
Sirens wail—no hymn, no grace,
Just echoes lost in time and space.

Batons dance where justice dies,
A chorus sung through battered cries.
Cuffs carve sermons into bone,
A gospel preached in hollow tones.

The night is thick, the law is blind,
The guilty free, the lost confined.
A question asked, a threat returned,
The gun decides what lessons burn.

A name erased, a mother torn,
A dawn defiled before it’s born.
And still, the sky turns black to blue,
As if the dead could rise anew.