A note from the forgotten

by Peter F. Crowley / May 29th, 2022

Empty,
Your eyes while they look at me

As your own skin gets pummeled,
blue and yellow flags fly high.

Yet there isn’t a care in the world
when me and my brown brothers die.

Peter F. Crowley is an independent writer and scholar with a M.S. in Conflict Resolution, Global Studies from Northeastern University. His writings can be found in Truthout, Antiwar.com. Mint Press News, Boston Literary Magazine, Ethnic Studies Review and several other publications Read other articles by Peter F..

This article was posted on Sunday, May 29th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.