The Power of Patina

What is this white cap I wear That makes everyone stare, When I can down the green crown Of liberty to set everyone free? What is this dream That we can all be a team, When I attack because you are black And you take fright because I am white? What is this smile you shine That gleams as you march in a line, When I have a gun and yet you find it fun To protest with such bravery in your chest? What is this white cap I wear That makes everyone stare, When hoses are fired, you barely look tired Even as from the fog, emerge the dogs? What is this red liguid you seep That causes me to weep, Whan I can down this green crown Of liberty to set everyone free? What is this power I feel That is carrying my feet to kneel, When everyone shouts, my back turns about To carry you to the side of red white and blue? It is the power of love Making me the faithful dove, As they rain us with pain We can no longer be tamed. No, we can't be claimed. Wearing our green crowns Not caring about the frowns, We make a pact even though you're black And I white, to remain together in plain sight.