America a Prophecy

Tyger, Tyger, let and loosed on
Streets and residents of Houston,
What immortal hand or mind
Spared thee shooting from behind?

What God of justice swift and sure
Could not thy lynching yet endure?
What Demiurge so limp and lame
Stopped Texas freemen killing game?

Tyger, Tyger, no man's rug,
No dealer of illicit drug,
Suspected of no urban sin:
Thy stripes are black, but not thy skin.

with apologies to William Blake