by Uche Chidozie
When there is silence here
There is boom there
The reporters flinch away their faces
Cameras show discretion cases.
Observers sink in the cold pool
Some eyes act a fool
But you said there are supermen on American street?
They can crush black aliens with their feet.
We set our sights on this spacious airway
Long enough, no black hawk appears
The sun escapes and the moon disappears
It is a dark night, even the angels run away.
Fear drives and legs burn pedal
For, gunshots judge genocidal.