The Black Kid

People come, people go.

The world revolves, it’s always so

I stand on the shoulder of the ones before me,

Yet I’m still close to the ground

You see, they didn’t rise very far

By 18, most were 6 ft under

Perhaps there might be some respite,

Some hope despite;

All this will come to an end?

Mayhaps we’ll see a downward trend?

Sigh:

There’s some hope

Things will get better,

The kids will play together

That this won’t continue

This situation in this nation

Of cops killing black guys!