Another black man was shot to death today.
To those who took him down he moved too fast
Another story you know won't last.
Every road is the same when you travel in pain.
Every story you hear ends in fear.
The shortened road to his death was bitter and paved with evil.

Why the hatred? Isn't being alive enough?
What is it that festers inside?
That causes a man to **** another who only wants to live?
What is the start that places such hurting  in the heart?
Which casts no shadow and is not
susceptible to any appeal.
What is the truth that hides the root?
Where is the wisdom in such ignorance?

Their  language is the same but their words are not.
Their minds are filled with sickness.
With thoughts of cruelty.
Of anger and false pride.
Their feelings cower inside.
But all their voices are silent now.
All are nothing.
And there is nothing to hide.