When dying won't save a life,
or change your mind
and direct it
towards what you expected
would be right.

When marching and protesting
doesn't turn night to day,
make wrongs less black and gray
as all those shades
fade to red blades
that hew through
innocent hearts seeking the truth.

There is no change,
cuz the powerful
want to keep playing
the same game.

How many times
can we all explain
until in pain
our shoulders slump
from the strain of the gravity
of everything we've been trying
to hold up and make better,
and we collapse into black holes,
falling just in time to float away like ashes
flying from a holocaust furnace,
as remnants of the worst tragedies
that we never learned from?