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His image is a never ending silhouette of males
past, present and future victims
who lost their lives to a blurred system
the constant struggle and fight seems to be to no avail
just check our history
countless names and faces
it's not a tale or a mystery
our sons, brothers, cousins and fathers are dying
leaving our souls crying
God created each of us for a reason
and in His word to everything there is a season
He didn't give His son for hate
even though he was hated
it was all in pure love
and His love is never overrated
we as a people must unite
like a hand in a glove
plant a firm foundation
and stand for what's right
they say this country is a melting pot
so two fingers, each hand I motion quotations
for the colors, the creeds, ethnicities and races
that make up this nation
the truth outweighs any underlying plot
because the truth is the light
and in the light you will see
that for all the blood shed we must indict
they is a pronoun and doesn't represent
our sons, fathers, cousins, or brothers
so look in the mirror before you judge or resent
for every drop of blood a tears fall from a mother
his image is a never ending silhouette of males
past, present and future victims
who lost their lives due to a blurred system
so the fight continues on
to right every wrong
no more blood shed
no more dying in vain
we need justice instead
anything less is inhumane.
