Death of our future;

Skin color–judge and jury

In prejudice hands.

O’ the man he might have been,

Greatness he might have attained!

We will never know

As the blood pool will attest.

Our youth sacrificed

For their outward appearance

Instead of what’s in the heart.

This is pure hatred,

Revealing the blackened soul

Of years long gone by.

We thought we were above this

In one nation under God.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~