Twas a time of despair
A breathless sigh,
a strangled cry
A whispered prayer
Untaxed loosies on the low
Swisher sweets on the floor
Abhorrent no knock warrant
Stop and frisk,
cuff the wrist
A taste of torment
Young boy playing in the park
A bullet hits the mark
Mothers of black boys cry
They stain his name,
ignore her pain
A life song unfinished
Fumbled gun in the stairwell
A father fell, her mother’s hell
Your spacious skies tell big lies
Of amber waves through
teargas haze
From sea to Shining sea
Purple mountains and
separate fountains
Bear fruits of pain
and violent shame
America the Free
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