When Black or White Kids Die – The Lessons of Ferguson

Jun 08

A black man kills a white man,
A white man kills a black,
This cycle just continues,
Is there no turning back?
 
Black and White Violence in Ferguson

Black and White Violence in Ferguson – Illustration by Elliot Dahl 

The news will cover this one,
Yet let another slide,
Opinion polls will drive us,
To choose a colored side.
 
Our hearts will ache regardless,
The colors of our skin,
We justify our anger,
And locate next of kin.
 
Black mothers mourn, white ones sob,
When black or white kids die,
Who’s right or wrong? 
God only knows.
 
But still I wonder why…
 
It’s all so tragic – undeserved,
But is it black and white?
When will we learn the time has come,
To finally end this fight?
 

Of the 1,235 murders that took place in the United States last month, how many of them garnered national media attention? Shouldn’t they all? Weren’t they all part of someone’s racist, biased, fear-based, greed-driven decision to take something from another, control another, or destroy another? Why do some stories get tons of media attention as “hate crimes” or “another meaningless murder” while others go virtually unnoticed? Aren’t they all hate crime? Aren’t they all meaningless?

The only way this will ever stop or even slow down the rate of violence in America is by teaching our families and ourselves the importance of respect, forgiveness, communication, and tolerance. Who will you forgive today? How can you show more respect? In what areas of your life could you be more tolerant? Where could your communication skills use improvement?

Let’s NOT unite against police brutality. Let’s NOT unite against black on white crime. Let’s just unite… as people.

 

Steve Dahl

 

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My Dragon’s Warm Embrace – In memory of Philip Seymour Hoffman

Feb 10

I love the way he holds me,
We all have our dragons.
We all have our dragons. Philip Seymour Hoffman had his.
My dragon’s warm embrace,
I love his wild illusions,
I love his calming face.
 
I hate this love I’m feeling,
Addictions hold me tight,
I hide inside my body,
I cannot see the light.
 
And when I try to leave him,
His eyes as cold as steel,
He lets me shake and tremble,
Ignoring my appeal.
 
I’d love to slay this dragon,
To choke his every breath,
While drinking one more bottle,
Or tripping on my meth.
 
But drugs are just the symbols,
Of troubles deep inside,
They simply fuel the turmoil,
Of things I’d like to hide.
 
This hell will soon be over,
My secret’s come to pass,
Just one more shot or needle,
I’m sure this is my last.
 
 
Photo courtesy NY Daily News 
 
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I’m a Con Man

Dec 19

I’m a con man, a gangster,
I will sell you this pill.
I will fool you and bribe you,grim reaper
And tempt you – I will.
 
I’m a surgeon, so invasive,
I will slice my way in.
I get deep in your wallet,
And under your skin.
 
I’m a lover and a hairdo,
And a car you must have,
And I tug on your heart strings,
‘Till you want me so bad.
 
I’m a restaurant, your new shoes,
But I’m not who you think,
I am slippery and smooth,
Like a happy hour drink.
TV Remote Control
 
I’m your ego, half a minute,
I’m a very good liar,
I’m the ad on your TV,
And I’m spreading desire.  

 

 

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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