23 Year have passed Since your life was cut short Each and every one a painful reminder Though filled with hate It teaches us to treasure The life cut short Despicable as it may seem We still have to live Asking the unanswered question Wont you speak to us
There is never justice for the dead Their quietness never provides the answer Its never how but why? Take a life you didn't create Even if you created it you still have no right to take away We vehemently condemn such acts Silence is only but a crime It is a luxury that many cocoon themselves with Choosing guilt over shame But is there shame in speaking out
Difference doesn't constitute death The Stephens, The Trayvon, The Sobczak Who will be next? Is it me? Is it you who KNows Hate has no safety net We ought to stand up against oppression no BLooD is worth spilling
Hate is Hate there's no better way to define it. Oppression equals hate. Choosing to be quiet is complicit with actions. It a matter of joint enterprise. If only we could use such a law to deal with the issue. How many will freely escape its wrath. It isn't a matter of threatening others but raising awareness about the scourge of hate. No prison sentence can bring a life back. Therefore nothing warrants the premature and senseless acts of violence that ultimately lead to death.