Your eyes moving…
Weary mad days as life as we know it changes.
Old eyes see and don’t say a thing.
Same old song as
our days move along.
When the victim is the reason for his fate/
That line is not
racism or hate.
The stories we tell:
Is there really a Hell
for those who don’t cry
but only give reason
to old lies?
Mothers and fathers never wanted their young
to know their color,
that black spot
on themselves.
Everything is change, you see.
My people believe in
standing up,
dancing,
and singing
between the protests.
Those other sad eyes,
the fire inside
burning once again
to see
what is in motion.
You must move
with
the
change.