🌈Renée N. Good
She stayed in Minneapolis
With their son and her wife
A family that lived in peace
And believed in human right
She knew they were in her town
Trump‘s reckless I.C.Enforcement
Chasing the immigrants down
And activists who were defiant
One early January morning
She was driving down a road
Her instinct might have given a warning
She’s distracted by a poem she wrote
A dark cloud‘s looming in the sky
Covering the sunshine now
And soon it would occupy
Her whole life somehow
She’s carefully driving afar
As ICE agents came by
And asked to get off the car
She‘s trying to defy
She said “it‘s fine dude
Just show me your face”
She really was not rude
But courageous and brave
Now an ICE man pulled his gun
Although there was no need
Terrified she reversed like in a run
In fact a panic proceed
Her car did not strike someone
But an ICE agent fired three shots
That shouldn’t happen to anyone
And isn’t justified in this plot
She was only thirty-seven years old
A gifted poet compassionate and proud
But they killed her ICE cold
As she was on her route
Renée N. Good was one of us
LGBTIQ like our dear friends
I don’t want to make a fuss
But think of her for a few moments
Civil rights don’t mean anything
To those who shoot people ICE cold
And I‘m worried by such a thing
How will these times unfold
This makes me feel humble
This makes me feel low
Wherever I ramble
Wherever I go
When fear and violence does increase
Renée Good‘s life is a reminder
Of personal freedom love and peace
And that this world needs to get kinder
H. Susanna Beck
Mitglied des QWCV (queer writing circle Vienna) und des „English Story telling Collective“
