I can see a child’s tears.
I can hear him crying.
I can see the wife, now widow.
I can hear her husband dying.
What matters if my skin is pale?
The blood beneath is red.
Most would say grief knows no color,
That a heart reaches into the head.
But what say you if that heart is black?
What image first comes to the mind?
All except our faultless babes,
Prejudice and racism find.
*Of course, it matters that we all should live… But, America, we have a problem. To call attention to it, spread awareness and moral support: #BlackLivesMatter.*