Discrimination ~ Haiku

Tonight I listened to Billie Holiday’s song, Strange Fruit, for the first time. Heartache came to me.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4ZyuULy9zs

White Cloth

white cloth hoods to mask
cross bearing and knotted rope

hands bound tight to side
left to sway on limb
hung from tree bow at leisure

death comes in the night
hatred putrifies

prejudiced anger rains down

the color black dies

The Ferguson Conflict

Killing Field

piercing flesh, shots fired

down to the ground, violence strikes  

death never misses

a loud cry is heard

marching, chanting, clasping hands

for whom the bell tolls

Cold Mist

fog rolls onto shore

night air chills, takes breath away

step quickly through sand

mist pools, collecting on face

hearth fires burn at home

warmth patiently waits to dry

close eyes to slumber

pounding surf wakens the dead

drip bloody footprints

across cemetery graves

Forgiveness

This Sunday Morning

angels sing aloft

hear the voices lift the dark

daybreak warms the heart