In any case, here's my sonnet. It's pretty bad, I won't lie, but maybe I can fix it.
Sonnet for the End Times
every generation seems doomed to repeat the same problem
Today they riot in Chicago and New York and Baltimore.
Before that, Ferguson, and Brooklyn and L.A.
Since America has been a country we’ve been at war
with ourselves. Or let me be honest: they,
the whites, we have been at war with black men. Four score,
a hundred years, a century, more. In 1919, play-
ing at Lake Michigan, a young black boy crossed a line, bore
the weight of ensuing riots on his thin corpse. Today
this same black boy wears a hoodie, does not answer, Sir,
does not defer, physically, to the Law. They will say
he was armed, he attacked, that’s what Police are for.
They shoot; we riot; played by the game.
Tell me, Fire, who burns in the flame?