by Abolitionist

Sitting there, not far from where it happened
I happened to see with my third eye
Things which I had only visualized with the first two.

It wasn’t distance that made the picture blur
Misunderstanding and 
Unbelief, but
Reality seemed to bring the view into focus as
Visual reconnaissance interpreted the view as
Man suffering from racial attack.

The streets were crowded now as I stood 
Some distance away still dazed but not
Reality taught me long time ago of 
Strangeness of Life.

Still I wondered with questionable curiosity 
At the view before me
Flashing lights from cameras 
No ambulance
Crowds of people and loud voices
No doctors 
Crumpled, beaten, and blooded body on street
No stretcher.

My arm pulled in retreating direction as 
Eyes meant the sign of the one-way street labeled 

Respect by Abolitionist

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