Still they show contempt for you
They shoot you, yes they surely do
But killing some of theirs for sure
Will make them hate you even more.
Yet when the bullets tear the skin
Black or white, it seems so thin
The lifeblood that begins to spread
No matter who…it’s always RED.
Each family grieves for their sad loss
As bodies lie beneath the moss
For no one wins this racist war
It only hurts our spiritual core.
Ingrained hate from years gone by
Means there are those who’ll not try
They stir those sores from yesteryear
Manipulating peoples fear
Till to the streets the people go
Hell is coming, we all know
We fail to see it face to face
We are a tragic human race.
©Joe Wilson – There are no winners here…2016