A tribute to the vctims, who died a meaninless death,
To the parents who still suffer, over the innocent blood shed.
A young woman will never trust anything or anyone.
Because it was taken from her as she looked down the barrel of a gun.
Outcry!
To the dear old woman crippled by old age,
Robbed of her savings and the guilty got away.
A man of different color targeted one day,
Beaten bloody, teeth knocked out because he wasn't the same.
Outcry!
You might think I'm wrong to bring up such wretched subjects,
But I can't blanket my eyes and pretend it might go away.
As a society we must do something to stop all these wretched things,
Because together we can stand up and say we won't take it anymore.
