Blood on the horizon
Dripping crimson red
Flashbacks from the past
Spinning in our heads
Hands raised in defiance
Militants on the move
Half-time at the Super Bowl
Nothing you can do
Races moving
Further apart
Fear, anger, racism
Hatred in their hearts
Time for peace over?
What you gonna do
The guns be a popping
Killing nothing new
Race baiters fan the flames
Keep the show on the road
Spewing racist rhetoric
What a heavy load
Our cities are crumbling
No jobs to be had
Despair, hopelessness
Enough to make you go mad
But hatred's not the answer
In these tough old times
Working together
Will get us from behind
Need new values
Of what we hold dear
Need some respect
To get rid of the fear
Need to open our hearts
And free our minds
Stop the hate
Or we'll all end up crying
Our skins just a cover
We wear each day
Got to do what we can
As we make our way
Man! I like this one very much. It hits the bulls eye dead-center. So true, so right on. And that last stanza is awesome. Great poem! ! !
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Very well-structured with words well-chosen for their directness. Definitely value your message. Well done, Lawerence.