An Apple Which is Never Ripe
Many days I have seen the pain
Years gone by, not a day goes by
Where I don’t see the fall of rain,
The fall of thunder, or bolts of light
It halts my flow of sleep
The discrimination to the color
The innocent slowly reaped
In hope of making us smaller
But united we stand,
Not as a nation; as a people
We live now as a band
Elastic by love, not steeple
And still, I sit here, the hate in my ears.
Just looking for love, our focus now is clear.