My heart hurts
My tears weep
Because he was still singing
The song incomplete
There is a core wrenching pain
Of the again and again
The indiscriminate hate
That racism sealed fate
When the times already come
And we are already too late.
Because people are dying
From the ignorance and lying
People’s fingers are crossed
But their heads are in the sands
Do they not see the sameness
In comparing their hands.
Our people. Our brothers, our sisters.
Our babies, our people.
Aching. Scarred. Broken. Charred.
And you want them to sit quietly.
To stew in what they’ve learned.
Another heart is stripped away. Choked.
His voice was blunted and burned.
God give them the will.
Let them feel the wave of support.
Let it lift them so they may rise above.
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