Fannie Lou. Parks (Rosa), too.
We lack not Black Lives Matres.
So: where be bros...? We need, Lord knows,
some active Black Live Patres...?
To save poor Hutu, Bishop Tutu
wields a Black Lives Mitre
to poke the pates of folk he hates
while crying, "Take that, blighter!"
wields a Black Lives Mitre
to poke the pates of folk he hates
while crying, "Take that, blighter!"
The actor Sidney Poitier
employs a Black Lives Meter
to trace the rates at which his mates
fund Afrocentric the'ter.
Chef Grant (Jerome when he's at home)
employs a Black Lives Mortar
to grind each herb in his superb
stuff'd trout. (I'm a supporter.)
Track-and-field star Jesse Owens
was a Black Lives Mudder.
'Twas not his bane to trot in rain.
(Imagine mud: you'll shudder.)
To oft enthrall us, Bubba Wallace
drives a Black Lives Motor.
No stars 'n' bars grace Bubba's cars:
Bubb ain't no Drumpf promotor.
Police destroy'd George Perry Floyd.
Another Black Lives Martyr.
What's to be done...? Can anyone
spell 'Justice,' for a starter...?
Make trouble good, John Lewis would.
Was John a Black Lives "Merde!"er...?
I'm thinking not. John's people taught
him well: "John didn't dare ter."
Are Walmart greeters Black Lives Meeters...?
Difficult to tell.
But ev'ry Black Lives Murder trigger man
belongs in hell.
