Injustice Sown, a Vigil’s Embers Glow

Injustice Sown, a Vigil’s Embers Glow

The evening air now hangs heavy with grief,
One year has passed, yet wounds remain so deep.
Tyre Nichols, a soul with dreams and hopes,
A victim of brutality’s cruel ropes.

Eyes weary, hearts united, they gather here,
Emerald lights flicker, each flame holds a tear.
Beside the river’s edge, where whispers flow,
They seek solace, strength, from anguish to grow.

Within this circle, love’s unyielding bond,
They find solace, where pain and sorrow respond.
Together their spirits rise, unfettered, strong,
Justice sought, though the road may be long.

Remembering his laughter, his radiant smile,
A beacon amid darkness, even for a while.
Tyre Nichols, a tale woven by strife,
Reminds us of the fragility of life.

Community, resilience, the power to heal,
Their love refuses to succumb or conceal.
A vigil’s embers glow, their voices joined,
For justice, their cry remains uncoined.