Well, it wasn’t the hoodie
And it wasn’t the weed
There’s just no justifying
What led to the deed
It was a question of color
That seemed out of place
With people still dying
Because of their race
It’s a question of color
The color of hate
A stain on the canvas
Painted by fate
It’s a question of color
And there’s no answer yet
We’ve come a long distance
But we cannot forget
There’s a darkness among us
Come and stand in the light
Where it’s all shades of gray
Where there’s no black or white
Needs music. Other than that, how wonderful! Last four lines are perfect. My daughters live them better than me. Their generation gives me hope.
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