Black lives matter, that’s right,
Yet I may never get it because I’m white,
And still we know it to be true.
No one has said or implied,
That other innocent souls should have died,
Black lives matter too, they do.

The eternal cycle of hatred is very hard to escape,
Yet as children our thoughts unlike clay, don’t shape,
The anger we learned as we grew up.
Perhaps the idea seems simplistic,
but it is always just another statistic,
Now is the time for us to wake up.