Can you hear
the sound
of change.
All around us
it flows like
blood.
Young boys being
killed by
justice
Stolen from
the ones
who love them.
Why do they die
and I
live?
What makes us
any
different?
The color of
skin shouldn't
matter.
But we all know
it
does.
Why do murderers
walk around
free.
And innocents mowed
down like
grass
When will the change
grow to a
roar?
When will life
be
fair?
When will we not
have
injustice?
Change is
almost
here.
But only we
can make it
reality.
Will you sing
its song with
me?
Or will you stay silent,
dead
silent.
Like
Mike
Brown?
You feel
very
pressured?
Well then,
are you
breathing?