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.