Don't we care what we've done?
Whose brother, father, sister or son
We've crushed the air from?
Whose light we have darkened?
Kneeling on grass, how dare he?
Sitting against what he sees
A protest too loud for white ears
What will it take for us to finally hear?
Crushed airways and hearts full of holes
All for nothing you could control
Towed the line of those who swear to guard you
Wrapped around your neck, a line thin and blue
Why can't we hear the color of black?
What empathy gene do we lack?