“If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention,”
She wrote, and stepped out into massive division
Where white faces twisted and drew from the tension
And shouted their hate and of a toxic vision
Where no one is welcome but the racists beside them
And she stood alongside the crowd who would fight them,
Against the cowardly cadre of cancerous citizens
Who screamed and hissed and threatened with riot
So the whole world would hear their naked hate bias

Soon one of them split and returned with a squeal
The man pressed on the pedal, his hands gripped the wheel
Charging his brothers and sisters, he didn’t even feel
An ounce of humanity, which his hatred did steal
When he crossed the threshold of murderous thoughts turned real
And his brothers’ bodies broke when they collided with steel
And his sisters slammed down, crushed and killed by a wheel

Now in a jail cell he sits where the judge denied freedom
His shoulders were slumped, the guards at attention
And his thoughts haven’t slipped or fallen to reason
And they’ll stay with him until death seizes him
Now Heather is gone, but she’s known by a nation
And her cause doesn’t end but begins with every new daybreak
When one mind is changed, a community can follow
Until then our country will cry and repeat it tomorrow