She knew injustice from a distance
It pained her just the same,
No, not the same,
But tears did well from her eyes
Wetting the backs of her hands, her arms
As she relived the images of his death—
A Nigerian man she never knew
Bludgeoned for some unknown reason, repeatedly,
And thrown into a shallow burning pit, alive.
He struggled for while, the man, burning.
You know how this ends,
And so does she, and she can never forget
The horror of mankind.
It’s a choice to carry on.
It’s a choice to be kind.
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