Swallow your wings…
forget the madness of freedom…
the sky will never remember your name.
In the prejudiced tunnel of dead ears
cries for justice are smothered
in the throat press of violence.
We shall overcome sings in tattered notes
as history repeats, and anger lights another match.
How will this end? How will this end when
white is the darkness that measures a soul’s
value by the color of skin.
