waning moon prayers
Water, ancient remembers
Re-member the collective humanity
Hope has not yet died
But
I see the horrors of bodies, born Black and brown
Now lifeless
Bodies whose souls now wander
Pleading for us to remember
To not look away
To never be afraid speak truth to abused and misused power
As colonialism fights to scream over its death rattle
Let the shaking of our voices ring louder