His colored arms held up high.
Praying to God that his life won’t be snatched from him like his brothers and sisters.
Their index fingers on the trigger.
Itching to take the soul out of his heart,
when their hearts are as cold as the guns in their hands.
Seeping through the holes shot into the community.
Family homes raided.
Ak 47 pointed at kids only 4 and 7.
In another country it’s used to fight against terrorism,
But in this country it’s used to impose terror.
With every life taken goes a mind so rich and powerful to move the nations.
Our next cure for cancer is now 6 feet under.
Our next prophet is now mute in a hospital.
Our future was afraid to stand up for themselves.
With every act of brutality adds another voice to the voiceless.
With every act of brutality adds another reason to fight.
His arms were held up high,
And his voice was silenced.
We are hand in hand,
And our voices will be heard.