America

Beautiful black bodies 

Swinging on a tree 

Like it’s 1933 Billie holiday 

Would think it’s Strange 

how something Could still be 

And the blue man Went and

 killed the Angel with 

his knee While his begging

Him to breathe  

You all look away

 forget their names but 

I still hear their pleas

And the kids started 

marching In the street 

Nooo justice noooo peace met 

With tear gas bombs and 

Long batons but there’s  no

Stopping them 

And the blue men

Kick us while we’re falling

To our knees  

And their Watching us bleed 

King would think its sad how 

Free at last was just a wild dream