Victims

they move in shadows
yet same hands that pointed
towards the same constellations
point to what they do with no finger
raising.
they lynched some
they put off our lights
then shot some more
they gave it a name
we gave it hashtags
with every star that went off.
if we make it longer than their hands
wrap our necks
then let this never be erased;
that we watched them move
move in shadows
and pointed at them
the way our children would have pointed
at stars
when they played at night.

Ruddapoet