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.

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