A boy, grainy

Face down on the pavement 

A man above him

Fists raining like stones

Howling  lights and sirens

Blood on the street

The boy is still moving

Then he is not

Neutralize

At the time, his brain exploded into a million thoughts

Then the millions of thoughts he had rushing through his head

Dispersed into thousands,

Hundreds,

A few ten

And then one—

“Please, don’t kill me”

Scarlet-red blood drips from the side of his mouth

With a soured-metal taste hangover 

Crystal-clear tears that run down

The dark-skin tone cheek on his face

With an even darker eye to match it

Sight fading to a watery blur

Everything is sideways 

The grunts of the agonizing 

And then there's the grunts of the man screaming, "Stop resisting!"

 The grunts eventually fade, 

And a high-pitch noise absorbs all of the sounds

From the crying of all God’s people that encountered that same fate

to the sirens of reinforcements on the cops' behalf

Flooded with bodies

No lights and sirens

Just crackling voices

Names rising to the sky

In the center of it all:

The boy who remains

We all bleed the same color blood

We all breathe the same air

We all live on the same earth

Why is this our world?