No Flesh Wants You

— Walter L. Scott is dead. He was a black man. His
tail light was out. He ran
A police officer, white, murdered him. This must stop.

No flesh wants you.
No wind hopes to carry you, lithe whistle.
No mother wants to see your work.
No child dreams to play with you.

Sing copper! Sing tungsten!
Stay in your chamber,
Stay in your chamber and sing of stillness,
Sing of the stillness you want to keep, not give,
Sing to the angry white man,
Sing copper, sing tungsten,
Stay his hand.

No child dreams to play with you.
No mother wants to see your work.
No wind hopes to carry you, lithe whistle.
No flesh wants you.

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