Hear This: “Black Lives Matter”

My sight sees American children sprawled across a Huntsville, Alabama highway; they hold their arms and hands up, hugging their witness to those signs: “I Am A Man.” Hear me, “ BLACK LIVES MATTER.” I am reminded of my historical fore-parents on that death boat. Hear me: their contemporary children lay across a highway; they want to “shut down” the notion that their lives don’t matter. I hear them: AMERICA, “Till, Martin, Brown, and Garner mattered: “GLORY!”