My mood somber
Finding it hard to express
While my mind wonders
So much injustice
In these modern times
The more things change
The more they stay the same
Another brother taken
Too young, too soon
A mother, father, grandmother
A whole community mourns
Angry words to the already insulted
Tear gas, though already crying
Rubber bullets shot at the already wounded
Barrickading the already imprisoned
By preconceived notions
Centuries of hatred and poison
Treated as second class citizens
Expected to bow down and take it
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