The Color of black is darkest at dawn,
a harbinger sun rises red as blood runs.
When we awoke the die had been cast,
this taste of lead would not be the last.
Shake off the moths that eat at your head!
This doesn’t end ’til we avenge all our dead!
When it’s yours in the street and he’s gasping for air,
and a pig’s at a body like a kid at a fair;
Carve off the cataract that have grown on your eyes,
how will it be when your child dies?
Dedicated to the victims of police violence and their families.