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We don’t understand what the birds say,
Or, the horses, who nicker and neigh.
The raven sounds far away, a message,
We think, a harbinger of what will come,
On this path today. A fellow traveler?
A moose, a deer, we can’t know,
But we try to know.
Yet, people cry out to us in real words,
We thought we knew: Black Lives Matter,
Isn’t that true? Isn’t it a simple thing
to say, but you insist it’s wrong:
All lives matter. They do.
But which of us is hurting now, friend?
Which of us feels our lives might end,
Or, be judged for the color of our skin?
Why can’t our words be simple again,
and our hearts open, to a better beginning?
Bits of Poetry 
Thank you for this poem and for putting this message out there. It is truly sad and shameful that people are countering Black Lives Matter with All Lives Matter
Thank you for reading and commenting. I hope words can truly become simple again, and not used to hurt and divide. If people could sit down in the same room and talk, heart to heart, it would probably happen. But words, divorced of human interaction, become weapons.
That heart to heart is a much needed thing. We’ve cast others so far into the darkness in our minds that we, at times, fail to see that they’re just like us. We have to turn that weapon into a blessing