Beauty by design.
I saw a picture today.
Of a law enforcer - a White man
Striding from a courtroom
Grinning ear to ear
Like a 1950’s postcard
A free man
Just as he always has been
Free to live, free to shoot and free to kill
And I wondered, did he ever ask himself
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
I saw a family.
Standing in the streets
Where their child had died
A father’s face twisted in anguish
A mother’s face crumbling in tears
Begging for mercy where there is none
No justice, no peace.
They killed my son.
They killed my son.
They killed my son.
I see you America.
The land of the ‘free’
A place where the colour of skin
Is like a target on one’s back
What is it to be black?
In America
They will never be free
They will never be free
They will never be free
Pray for Ferguson.
Pray for America.
Pray for us all.