I pray for the black guys and black lives,
Coming home to crying wives,
In a new cell.
This world is a type of hell, and we know it well.
Blood rains on the street like water,
No war, but we die like martyrs.
I know a light dies in your eyes.
But as we cry for black lives,
Our back lies,
Against the wall and all we hear are white lies.
As the world gets involved,
The issue is “resolved.”
it’s broken down into right or wrong,
But I see no right in killing a human being, so something must be wrong.
But one voice can’t do much,
So I pray to the Lord for all those my words will touch.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016